Derrick and Mona stepped into the grand hall of their pack house, their footsteps echoing against the silent walls.
Neither spoke as they walked side by side, their expressions unreadable.
Mona cast a sidelong glance at Derrick, wondering what was going on in his mind.
*He finally seems ready to do whatever it takes to win, but is he really as committed as he claims?* She thought to herself, her lips pressing into a thin line.
Derrick, on the other hand, was lost in his own thoughts.
*Katherina claims she has everything under control, but why do I feel like I'm simply a pawn on her chessboard?
I need to secure my future on my own terms.* He clenched his fists briefly before relaxing them.
Upon reaching the stairs, they finally exchanged glances.
"We both need rest. The coming days will be important," Derrick said calmly, his voice betraying none of the suspicions swirling in his head.
