Lila’s POV By the time I could form words out of my mouth, Scott was already snoring. I stood frozen at the door, just staring at him. That’s all I could think to do. Hearing his words caused my heart to ache. She hated me because I was a Volana wolf. I know my kind isn’t accepted by some; they fi
“Because you tried to poison me,” I say in a hushed whisper, keeping my eyes on hers. “That’s quite the accusation.” “It’s not an accusation, it’s the truth. Scott told me everything.” “And what exactly did Scott say?” She asked, a smirk appearing on her red and glossy lips. “That you poisoned
Enzo’s POV “Are you sure about this?” Bastien asked once I explained what happened with Sarah. “Why would Lila want to keep this from me?” “She thinks there’s good in Sarah and doesn’t think that punishing her will do her any good. For whatever reason, she just wants peace.” “Yeah, that sounds li
Justin was shaking on the ground; he wouldn’t dare to struggle against me and that pleased me. I liked bringing terror to those I attack. Unfortunately, he was a student, and I couldn’t actually do any harm to him. The fear evident in his eyes was enough satisfaction. I released him, letting him sc
Lila’s POV “Remind me again why you have to go to the Calypso pack tonight?” Rachel asked, watching me pack my suitcase from her bed. “Because Professor Enzo is my ride to my pack,” I tell her. “Per my father’s orders…” I add. “So, why go to his pack?” “I guess there’s an issue there he needs to
“Let’s get you inside,” he said, sighing, as he turned toward the front doors. I nodded, following closely behind him. “I’m Ethan by the way; the Beta.” I was right, he was the Beta. “I’m Lila,” I answer. He paused as soon as we reached the inside of the house; he looked at me, a curious look in
Lila’s POV In the picture, my grandmother, Corinne, was sitting in this same vanity, in this room. I frowned and glanced around. Could this have been my grandmothers’ old room? Did she live in this packhouse? My mother never mentioned that my grandparents lived in the packhouse. I couldn’t get
“For over a decade,” she finally spoke. “I was here when Enzo’s father was here.” “Wow,” I breathed. “So, you knew Enzo when he was a boy?” “Yes,” she answered. “He was only 9 when I met him. He was a thin pup, and he was terrified of being here without his mum.” She looked saddened by the memory.