Elisabeth's POV
The binoculars felt heavy in my hands as I trained them on our target across the street. "Are you absolutely certain this plan makes sense? Your injuries haven't completely healed yet," I questioned Alana, though my fingers remained steady on the focus wheel.
Alana waved dismissively at my concerns. "Stop being such a killjoy. You claimed you needed something to distract you from Jefferson, and I have rage that requires an outlet. So no, this plan is terrible, but we're executing it regardless. Nadia means everything to us. When someone hurts our people, we track down the bastard responsible and make him regret it. That's always been our way."
"This will end poorly," my wolf muttered disapprovingly in the depths of my consciousness, her presence still creating that peculiar tingling sensation against my thoughts. The strangeness of it made me chuckle softly.
