Preferred to be alive

Thalia stepped towards Blaze's room. It was the second time she was going there today, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. She had discretely asked the other werewolves in the pack about his whereabouts, but none were sure where he went. And most answers were he was on patrol.

Even Sandro was sure he was on patrol.

But Thalia knew otherwise. She had freaking gone to where he went on patrol to discuss with him, and she saw no one. Not even his scent lingered around to signify he had come.

Whilst she asked the other guard, he told her he had come. She figured out all was a lie and he was protecting him.

Thalia wondered about the kind of relationship they had, as he had even sworn that he was there.

She stepped into his room and glanced around. Her eyes narrowed as she glimpsed a red scarf. Walking towards it, she yanked it off where he had hidden it, and she grimaced.

It reeks of Arabella scents. And it was as if he had just brought it in.

Blaze knew where Arabella was. He had fúcking