Drew

Ten minutes later, I’m sitting behind my desk in my office. Much like every other room, the office has been completely redecorated. The walls are pale grey, and the desk, bookcase, etc., are dark mahogany. The sofa on the other side of the room is black, and the rug matches; even the wooden flooring is dark.

There’s also a massive portrait of Lana and me sitting proudly on the wall to my right. I like to see my mate, no matter the room I’m in. I can’t have her in the physical yet, so pictures will have to do for now.

Violet sits in the chair in front of my desk, fidgeting with her fingers. Poor kid; Goddess only knows what Kyle put her through as a pack slave. I don’t even want to think about it, if I’m honest.

“Violet, can you look at me, please?”

Dark, almost black eyes look into mine. I narrow my eyes a little because her eyes seem to lighten and darken now and again. It may have something to do with her mood. It’s not like I haven’t seen eyes like Violet’s before; my grandmother’s