Schemes

The opulent study of the Silverdawn Pack's manor was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an antique grandfather clock. Shane, still wearing the face of the Alpha King like an ill-fitting mask, paced back and forth across the plush carpet. His borrowed features were twisted in a scowl of frustration and barely contained rage. Selene lounged in a high-backed chair, her perfect imitation of the Luna Queen marred only by the cruel glint in her eyes. She watched Shane's agitated movements with a mixture of amusement and irritation. "Would you stop that incessant pacing?" Selene snapped. "You're giving me a headache." Shane whirled on her, his eyes flashing with an unnatural, sickly yellow light. "Oh, I'm sorry," he snarled, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is my frustration inconveniencing you? Perhaps you'd like to take a moment to reflect on our spectacular failure!" Selene's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Watch your tone, dear. Need I remind you that we're in t