Tressandra
I take a deep breath, throwing a look over both of my shoulders before opening the door. It's a good thing no one locks the pack office building. I would've been screwed. It doesn't mean I don't need to be careful.
Each step is dangerous, every sound a liability. It's long past midnight, but I hear voices deep in the house laughing and carrying on. It's not odd for everyone to stay up and hangout. There's not much else to do here.
I know exactly where I'm going, seeing as how it's the very room that I spend my days in when I come here for work. The room where the boss sits as he barks orders at me. I hate being the Alpha's assistant.
I go straight for the wooden desk next to the window, I slide the last drawer open, I sift through the contents until I find what I'm looking for. The handkerchief unravels until the little ring falls into my palm. My eyes widen at the big diamond on top. It glistens in the starlight, winking at me.