SUMMERI watched Mitch as he told them the reasons for the meeting, his voice carrying out through the hall. The people in the room all had their attention fixed on him as if they might miss something important if they didn't do that. “Mitch sure missed his calling. He would have done well as a newscaster,” Miles leaned close to whisper, mocking Mitch, knowing he could hear him. I shot a glare at him, and he shut up very fast, sitting up as he focused on Mitch, looking like a well-behaved kid. I hid the smile on my face. Knowing I had such powers over my mates always gave me this intense joy. When Mitch concluded his speech, he returned to his chair next to mine, giving the people the chance to voice their opinions about the deaths. “Good morning,” Elder Maxwell greeted as he rose from his chair. “Good morning,” came the response from the others. We only nodded at him as Mitch motioned for him to proceed with what he had to say. He cleared his throat, getting ready to give his op

“Are you insane?!” Mitch growled at him. “What sort of stupid proposition is this? Are you that tired of living?” Pete smiled, tilting his head to the side as he stared at him. He knew his plans were working. His words were getting to my mates. Soon, he would have what he wanted, but I wasn't about to let that happen. “That's an excellent suggestion,” I stated, rising from my seat. My mates glanced back at me, shocked by my words. The way their eyes widened as they watched me approach Pete, said it all. “I never thought of it that way. With me as a bait, the killer will show up faster. Don't you think?” I questioned, looking around. There was utter silence in the room as the rest of the people watched me, their faces awash with fear. I could tell why they were scared. They weren't terrified because of me, but my mates. “What the fucking hell are you talking about?!” Mitch gritted out through clenched teeth. I will give them credit. They managed to stay calm despite the brewing s

I rolled my eyes at his question as I took a helping of the fried rice and sat back. I didn't answer his questions, knowing it would bring rise to more. Though Mitch had never been this pissed with me, I had seen him with his brothers whenever he was furious at them. Replying to him would do more harm than good, which was why I pretended as if I didn't hear him. “Do you like the food?” Miles questioned, smiling at me. “Is it to your liking?”He looked shy, blushing as he waited for my reply. “Hmm. This tastes great,” I replied with a nod of my head, knowing that was something he wanted to hear. His face broke out in a smile as he leaned back on his chair, looking content. It wasn't difficult to make him smile. Just a word from me and he was already this thrilled. We ate in silence as I did everything in my power to ignore the men glaring at me. You would think they wouldn't eat tonight because they were pissed, but they did. They ended up eating almost all the meals Miles made for

And that got me. I paused, looking at the phone before I asked in a low tone. “What do you know about the killer?”He chuckled at my question, sounding amused. I bet that was what he wished to hear. “Do you want to know about the man who has been causing trouble in the pack?”“The man? How did you know the gender? Who are you?” I questioned, not about to be fooled by a prank call. I still didn't recognize who I was speaking with and wanted to know it now more than ever. “Do you want to know who I am, Summer?” He demanded, chuckling at the end of the question. “Yes.”Had this been a normal circumstance, I would have snapped at him for wasting my time instead of going straight to the point, but I didn't. I wanted to know who the man was and why he called me to talk about the killer. There were still things I needed to know, and he seemed like the only person who could tell me what I wanted to hear. “I'm the one,” he stated, this time in a serious tone. I scoffed at that, crossing m

SUMMERIt was fun teasing my mates. Who would have thought the game would be an interesting one to play? Sitting back on the couch, I looked at him, smiling when he scowled at me. “Are you pissed at me, Mitch?” I questioned, sniffing as I pretended to be upset. This was one of my ways. “No, I'm not. I can never be angry with you, darling,” he said, forcing a smile. “I'm just pissed at my work. It has nothing to do with you,” he added, his face saying a different thing. A smile broke out on my face as I nodded, relaxing on the couch. This is so much fun! My days of being bored out of my senses are over. “I will be right back, baby girl. Don't leave the office,” he instructed as he rose from his chair and hastened towards their restroom. I stifled a smile as I watched him. It was bloody funny. I already knew what he went in there to do. Though I felt sorry for him, I couldn't deny the fun I was having from this. I relaxed on the couch and crossed my legs, amused. But the mirth di