Chapter Eighteen

Erin Lockheart's POV

Everything was happening all too quickly. Charlotte was dead and I was just processing how she was the one who brought me back to life in hopes to use me for her revenge and how the real Erin couldn't deal with the fact that she was capable of destroying an entire race that she killed herself instead.

Everything led up to this moment.

Everything was falling into chaos. Am I going to die now? How would I survive such night with all the werewolves out for blood? My blood. The potion enhances their innate violence meaning that if they wanted me dead before all this, that potion is fuel to that fire.

Their senses are sharp so I can't just sneak out and I can't hide forever either since they would eventually find me. What should I do?

Just then, Tristan smashed open the door, he was as confused as I was but he asked, "Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay."

"I came back because I was wondering what took you so long and I see the whole kingdom in shambles." Tristan saw Charlotte dea