Chapter hundred eleven

Ariah’s POV

Was I glad to be back in werewolf territory?

Well, yes and no. It didn’t matter where I was anymore, I wasn’t safe. I had made the biggest enemy possible in the Lycan city, although I wasn’t sure if Ethan still loved me or not. And in the werewolf city, I also had a huge enemy in King Ethan, I wasn’t sure if he was coming after me or not. It was very unlikely, after all these months, he certainly would have forgotten about me. Not like he gave a shit when we both felt the mate bond, or when I pleaded with him before he locked me up, or when I pleaded with him before he mercilessly raped me.

The reason being in werewolf territory wasn’t so bad was because I could blend in finally. I didn’t have to be scared anymore, wondering when that snake, Layla, would suddenly let the cat out of the back and tell the whole Lycan community that I was a fucking werewolf. The last few days have been completely horrible, I had to watch two men who were after I got eaten by a wolf pack.