CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVEN

Flanagan's Pov

The process had been something I simply stood glad was finally over. The wise words, the solemn acts, and the crocodile tears. I honestly never expected it would be this difficult to convince a teenage girl to change her mind? It was harder than I expected, as I had to do things I never expected I would; and since the day Eleanor died.

I cried. And even though it hadn't been real, it was still. Because I had remembered her mother in a brief flash. And against my own will, the tears then flowed into reality. I knew I wasn't lying to her in saying I was her father, but I also knew I didn't look acceptable enough to be anyone's prized parent. So I chose to put on a play. And one that would appeal to her emotions, just enough to overshadow the doubt my physical appearance would bring.

It was a heinous act even for me. Having to pretend my way to victory. But any plan that worked was a good plan, no matter how close it was to dishonesty. Besides...we were wolves. And for cen