Kayla's POV
As everything came to an end, I lay breathless on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, the unresolved issue between Harrison and me surfaced again in my mind.
"Save the sweet talk, Harrison Morris!" I turned over, gazing at Harrison with desire-faded eyes, giving him a stern look. "Tell me, are you declaring war on The Blue Blood Pack? How long did you and Peter discuss it? What made you finally decide on such a resolution?"
"Probably after I dealt with Donald Rufus." Harrison smiled, his hand encircling my shoulder. His gaze, however, wandered around the ceiling, seemingly lost in memories of that day. "Peter's pack has a rule that their members are not allowed to kill any member. That's why, despite Peter's intense hatred for Donald Rufus, he still found an isolated villa in an uninhabited area for Donald Rufus."
Harrison paused for a moment, then turned to look into my eyes. The coldness in his words suddenly vanished, replaced by a heavy intent.