_‘*     ALLISON ARGENT.

 IT  IS  DAWN  THAT  CRACKS  HER  LIPS  !  _{moon-striken  is  her  pale  cheeks  ,   and  forward  she  walks  ,  hand  extended  .  such  a  gentle  soul  was  made  to  comfort.   even  though  there’s   a  pit  in  her  own  stomach  ,  she  is  an  argent   :   meaning  silver  ,  meaning  warrior   .}     ❝  _{probably  .}  ❞  _{confession  flows  from  rose  petals  ,}     ❝   _{but  that  doesn’t  mean  we  won’t  be  okay  .  don’t  worry  about  your  phone  .   there’s  plenty  of  people  here  if  we  need  anything  .   we  have  the  whole  team   —-   and  i  have  weapons  in  my  car .}   ❞

 _{❛      there’s just something}   VERY UNEASY  _{about this place.     ❜      it’s stated for at least the fiftieth time since they’ve driven up to the murky hotel.     (   concluding that it even was a hotel.   )     she should be comforted by the fact they have their whole pack    ,    INCLUDING their alpha who wasn’t too many rooms away.    but gentle touch that is bestowed DOES LITTLE to ease her too}   high alerted senses.      _{❛    and it’s not just because of that creepy old lady at the receptionist desk.      ❜       that part of her brain that needed to get to the bottom of things     ,    always had to know was ready to kick into high gear.}