ANNE

“ You make the worst coffee ever. ” I scrunch my nose in disgust, glaring at the mug of steaming coffee between my hands.

“ You didn’t even taste it. ” Zero shrugs his shoulders and comes to stand beside me on the balcony, his gaze resting on the pack residences we can see in the distance.

I sigh, turning around and facing the same view as him. The night is silent, calm falling over the whole pack. They sorted out their houses and accepted the place they were allotted but I don’t believe it was only about the residence. It’s much more than that. The werewolf hierarchy rules are etched in their minds.

No one can scratch that mindset.

Not me. Not Zero. Not anyone else.

Sighing once more, I glance at Zero’s side profile. The mark over his neck is exposed. I can see the cute pink bump against his hard skin. This only reminds me of what he said when he left. To say that I am deliberately avoiding talking about it will be an understatement.

“ Anne. ” Zero calls my name but doesn’t l