"Are you sure this is going to work?,""It has to. We just have to be very very careful and fast too. It has to work Lora""Let's see,"."Trust me. Just do your part and we will handle the rest,"My head was pounding as I took the stairs to my room carefully avoiding the suspicious gaze of a few of the guards I passed by.After the day I just had, what I needed was a good sleep before I could even think of what to do next.Of course I knew what to do. We had spent the last thirty minutes planning and revising our plans.It was very clear in my head. I was just still very shaken at the revelation I had gotten earlier.All these while, it had always been Yvonne?Why I never suspected that was still a big wonder to me. Why didn't I suspect this earlier?It was right there in front of me. Always have been.But I've always thought that Yvonne's hatred for me was just your typical Step mother to daughter hatred. Not enough to want to kill me.But what did I expect from a power hungry woman

LORA'S POVMy eyes widened, and I'm very sure my face showed how shocked I was at the moment.What did I just hear?.Were my ears deceiving me or what?"What?" I whispered.Blake's hard eyes softened as he took a few steps closer to me, and placed his hands on my shoulders squeezing them lightly."I know we had this agreement that we are supposed to sever our bond. But I don't want that anymore," He Said again and he really looked serious, "These past few weeks with you have been more than amazing Lora. You made me feel thinds I never knew I'd feel, I got to see you, know you and I decided that it wasn't fair for me to keep judging you based on your people's actions. You are totally different. And I'd love to give us a chance. A fresh chance. I have no reason to hate you, technically you aren't a werewolf,""Yeah about that…." I murmured because we haven't had the time to actually discuss it. I remember vividly coming here, with so much anger boiling in me, because this was the only pl

LORA'S POVHours after dinner, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor. My mind was racing with both fear and uncertainty. My mind, no matter how much I tried to deny it, kept going back to Yvonne and her visit earlier.As much as I had tried to be indifferent, I was still scared of what would happen if my father eventually finds out about Blake.As the Alpha of the pack, my father had always been strict when it came to pack rules and traditions. As werewolves, our duty was to prioritize our pack over anything else.I sighed and ran my fingers through my tangled hair, feeling helpless and alone. I wished I could confide in someone right now. But Blake already promised that he would be here tonight so I had to make doI knew that I couldn't keep my relationship with Blake a secret forever, but I didn't know how to approach my father about it. I had seen how he had reacted in the past when pack members had gone against his wishes. It was never pretty. I was lying

I stormed into my house, the door slamming behind me as I let out a growl of frustration. My emotions were a whirlwind, a mix of anger, sadness, and fear. I needed someone to talk to, and that someone was my best friend, Lock.Lock was lounging in the living room, flipping through a book when I stormed in. He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised in surprise at my sudden entrance."You are back late. I thought you would be away all night at least. Blake, what happened?" he asked, clearly concerned as he took in my disheveled appearance and the anger on my face.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to find the words to explain the situation. "You won't believe what just happened at Lora's house," I said, my voice tight with emotion.Lock set his book aside and sat up straight, giving me his full attention. "What's going on? Is Lora okay?"I paced back and forth, my hands clenching and unclenching as I relived the events. "Her father caught us together in her room," I started, and Lock's

The hallway to the dungeon was dark and very dusty.Obviously, no one has come here for months. Maybe years even, judging from the thick cobwebs.How sure was Sophia even saw anything here to begin with?How sure was I that she was telling the truth?What if this was some sort of trap?I stopped in my tracks, but shook my head.In as much as I wanted to be cautious, Sophia had given me a reason whatsoever to doubt her. She had stood by me and had kept my secrets. She had earned my trust.I continued walking down the hallway till I got to the dungeon doors. A very long gate which was also covered in dust and cobwebs.I placed my hand on the door knob and gave it a push but it didn’t bulge. Not that I was even expecting it to.The gate was locked, but if my father was really keeping someone here, how come he did not place a guard here?Maybe he didn’t, to avoid raising suspicions.That made sense.Because no one believed that there was something down here.Blake never told me anything