Alora's POVLucien's smirk seemed to hang in the air, a kind of threat, his words replaying in my head as we made our way back toward the Night Terrors' territory. To lead the charge was a death sentence cloaked in pretty deceit. But a deal was a deal.I had to keep them all alive, even if it killed me.Randall walked beside me, silent but seething with anger. His body was coiled, as taut as a spring, his muscles tense. The moonlight cut across his face in harsh lines, the anger dancing in his eyes. Since leaving Lucien's camp, he had not said a word, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him."I had no choice," I finally admitted, breaking the silence.Sourly, he said, "You always have options," and looked away.I stopped and spun, making him spin with me. "Really? What choice do I have, Randall? Let Tyrone slaughter the entire pack? Watch more innocent people die because of me?""You think Lucien's any better?" His voice was low; dangerous. "He'll betray us the moment it suits h
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