Vincent pov
Even a fool would see the disappointment on my face. What I'd call an eternity after Enya strode to the forest, Allison appeared in her human form. Her clothes are clean, not a speck of dirt or blood, and the smile on her lips could light up an entire town. I won't say the smile is beautiful, no, but it's wider than her legs on Christmas evening.
Her appearance makes me suspicious- she went against a hunter and returned like nothing happened. That's impossible. This woman has no idea what training means, and neither does her wolf.
I huff as Aros moves closer. He shakes his head, just as disappointed as I am. "So much fucking money, and I lost it all," he curses under his breath.
"It's not about money," I try to talk over the cheers of the crowd. "Something's wrong." Though I seem calm and collected, emotions are boiling up inside me. I'm feeling too many things at the same time. Usually, anger prevails, but this time worry and fear take over me.