Oct 15, 2021
@xcrimsonxrose
Frenemy sounded childish. It made it sound like they were in high school. However, it was a term that could describe them. Devon, truth be told, seemed to have always had tension with the Crimson wolf. Even when they were seemingly acting cordial enough, there would be that usual banter that reflected the rigidness of their association. It wasn’t a surprise to see Alena at the gala, hence the way Devon's expression gave no reason to believe she was caught off guard. “Good evening, Alena,” she greeted casually, taking a sip of her wine as she studied the werewolf.