Inga POV - It was hard to maintain her grin as Inga opened the door to Connor and a Grey Stone warrior. It wasn’t one of hers, so she didn’t care to know his name. She beckoned Connor inside, trying to hide the rolling waves that were churning her stomach, and reassured the warrior that everything was okay. It only took one smile to comfort him, and he was soon backing away, looking like he had been threatened. Not that Inga cared. She just shut the door and prepared herself for the talk ahead. The moment she had spotted Nala hanging around her home, Inga had known it was time. A part of her was relieved to finally share the truth, but another part of her twisted away from it, trying to stay hidden for fear of being seen. However, she was no coward. She’d face the consequences head on, no matter who turned their back on her for it. The moment she had invited Nala inside, Lewis had come down from his room, tension gripping both wolves. Now, the pair were waiting in the living ro

Connor POV - The night air chilled against his skin, the open territory doing nothing to shield against the light breeze rolling over the land. It was late, or early, Connor wasn’t sure, but he could feel the hour weighing on him as much as the information Inga had shared. His head ached from the whiplash of their changing situation. His mind was trying to break apart everything he thought he knew and piece it back together again with the new truth. It felt like he had been flung back to the start again, with the last few days being a complete waste of time and new challenges set before him. Those challenges were the true reason him and Nala were at Grey Stone. Their chance to win the Luna Games, and gain an alliance, a lie that had been orchestrated by Inga to reel them in. He should be angry, he knew he should, but the feeling never came. Maybe it had been her honesty, the desperation in her voice when she asked for help, or the imploring gleam in her eyes, but he couldn’t

Connor POV - As promised, the meeting with the wolves, who supported Inga's revolution, and wanted change in the pack, was held the next day. It took more preparation from the Beta than Connor realised it would, but all he had to do was turn up at the right time and place. She had organised a distraction, security and got the word around about the spontaneous event. A small part of him felt guilty for making Inga rush to organise it. It was only a small part though; their timeline was shrinking by the second and they needed a plan. As he headed over to the designated meeting area, on the western side of the pack, Connor was intercepted by the security. Warriors had been placed at intervals, preventing any wolf from approaching without being seen. It was like their own personal border patrol protecting the meeting. Once he confirmed he was Inga’s friend, and they checked it with the Beta, he was allowed to pass by, but it was another quarter of a mile before he saw the convened gro

With nowhere else to be, and their time frame for action ever shrinking, Connor and Inga used their stroll to discuss their next steps. Given their fake history, no one would question them if they were seen, and they’d have plenty of time to change their conversation if anyone tried to approach. For once, the territory was working in his favour, and Connor allowed himself to relax. It wasn’t often he could switch off his alert system while on enemy territory, but with Inga at his side, both their eyes on their surroundings, he felt as safe as he could be.   With the unhurried pace that matched the slow drift of the afternoon sun, the pair wandered the open plains of Grey Stone. It was even more remarkably flat than Connor had first thought. Apart from a fe

Connor POV - The footsteps stopped outside the door, pausing for only a moment before the handle twisted. Connor gripped the knife tighter, his knuckles glowing white in the darkness. As the door edged open, slowly obscuring him from the view of the person entering, he prepared himself. He knew his presence wouldn’t be hidden. In that room, he could barely pick up Inga’s scent and yet his was fresh. He had planned to excuse the scent the next day claiming he had been searching for Inga, if anyone even bothered to ask. However, to be caught in the act, nosing around at night when she’d be at home, disregarded any excuse he had to be there. The wolf’s scent reached him, but its familiarity didn’t calm him. If anything, it made his muscles more taut. He was frozen, hoping the wolf would move on, that the thick dust in the air would hide his presence, but those hopes deflated as the wolf stepped inside and shut the door. “I know you’re in here.” Alex said, though he aimlessly loo