“I was offered in a marriage arrangement to Hunter when I was ight years old. It was a deal made between our parents to unite the packs and increase their strength. But on the day of my wedding, I discovered it was all part of Hunter’s revenge plan against his father, Alpha Caspian. They killed my entire family. and fled, branded as a traitor because I left without the Alpha’s consent. Since then, Hunter has been hunting me, to kill me–or whatever else he plans to
—and to complete has revenge,” I revealed, unable to lie to him. I had nu stirngth left, no will to fight.
I wouldn’t tell him about Selena. If I was forced to remain trapped with Fenrir or Hunter, at least my sister would have a chance to live free from all this and have a happy life.
He remained silent. I felt his gaze burning into the top of my head as I kept my face turned away from him.
every single one of them, Savannah. Every one of those bastards who sets foot in my territory. Know this: if you’re lying to me, their blood will be on your hands.”
y the
I lifted my face to meet his gaze for the first time and stood up, my legs still weak, I wiped the back of my hand across my eyes, clearing away accumulated tears.
Please, do me that favor,” I snarled.
He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side.
“You already know what I think about lies.”
Kill them however you like if you think I’m lying to you. Kill every single one of them, in the bloodiest and most painful way possible.”
He grabbed my arm with force and dragged me up the stairs toward the bedroom.
I’m keeping you locked up, little wolf. I can’t trust a single word that comes out of your deceitful mouth.”
I didn’t resist his harsh grip as he dragged me upstairs. His touch on my arm was hard and heavy; it would leave marks once again, but they would soon disappear due to my DNA.
When we reached the door, he shoved me into the room and stared at me.
“Don’t do anything stupid. Be a good girl, and things will get better for you,” he said, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
His words struck me like a blow.
Be a good girl, and things will get better for you..
It wasn’t much different from how my father used to treat me, locking me in my room every time he thought I wasn’t behaving well enough. Be a good girl, and soon you’ll have your freedom. That’s what he used to say.
1 let my body collapse onto the bed. A sob escaped my throat, followed by uneven
y uneven tears
This wasn’t what I had imagined for myself. This wasn’t what I wanted,
streaming down my cheeks.
I never thought much about my future, but if I had any hopes for one, it was far from this
I waited until all my anger and frustration had poured out before standing up and pacing the room.
I needed to think clearly. Get my head in order.
the
I rubbed the back of my neck, deep in thought. Hunter had found me. He caught my scent and tracked me here. It was entirely my fault; I hadn’t taken th proper precautions. I had left my blondstained clothes in the middle of the forest before Fenrir dragged me away. That’s how he had gotten so close. And now, I was in more danger than ever.
He knew where I was hot exactly, but he had an idea. And what if one day Fenrir didn’t arrive in time to help me, and the
they managed to take me?
I had to escape as soon as possible.
Fenrir might deal with Hunter’s men, rest until he had me.
that didn’t mean more of them wouldn’t keep coming after me. Soon, others would arrive, and Hunter wouldn’t
This was the best chance I’d ever have. Fenrir was busy fighting the wolves, and all his men were likely focused on the invasion too. No one would after me, and no one would even notice my absence. By the time they realized it, it would
I needed an opportunity, the right moment. And it had arrived.
I pulled the backpack I had hidden under the bed, unzipped it, and checked if the items I had packed were still there. Nicoleta cleaned my room every day. even though 1 emphatically told her not to.
But she hadn’t touched the backpack–or at least, it didn’t seem like she had.
I tossed the bag onto the bed and ran to the wardrobe, gabbing some comfortable clothes. I put on a new pair of pants and pulled a tank top over my head. I slipped on the sneakers Alexandra had brought me the day before and threw my hair over my shoulder.
I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes, oscillating between blue and emerald green, were swollen from crying.
I sniffled, lifting my chin and filling myself with courage and determination.
I could feel Fenrir’s imitation, his anger. It was a bitter sensation, more of an annoyance than anything else.
Screw him and his entire pack!
I wouldn’t be a prisoner. Not anymore.
I turned on my heel and rushed to the bed, grabbing the backpack and slinging it over my shoulders.
The wooden door was too thick; I’d hurt myself trying to break it down, and Fenrir might sense my injuries.
I went to the window, inspecting t
the lock.
It wasn’t secured. Fenrir hadn’t bothered to lock it, probably because the house was too high, and he assumed I wouldn’t be capable of escaping.
Idiot. Arrogant fool!
I opened the glass pane and peered out, assessing the distance between the window and the ground, and the impact I would endure. sill, greeted by the cool night breeze, then the other, perching myself on the ledge.
I took a deep breath and gripped the edges. My feet slipped on the smooth roof tiles.
If I broke a foot, it would take about two days to heal. And I didn’t have that kind of time.
My stomach churned as a wave of nausea hit me. Fear and courage
battled within me.
I breathed deeply again, trying to stay calm, reminding myself that as a mated wolf, he could sen
sense my punte,
swung
gone leg over the
the
I released on hand. My right four slid a bit further. The owl that usually lingered around the house hooted from a tree branch, watching me.
“I know, it’s not a great idea,” I whispered, speaking to the bind as if it could answer me,
I held my breath and let go of the other hand. I slid down the roof tiles on my backside, reaching the edge before plunging six meters to the
ground.
My feet hit the stone floor with a jarring impact. I wobbled but managed to stay upright. Gritting my teeth, I fought to ignore the pain shooting up my
calves.
I took a step, checking if anything was lecken. My body had absorbed the impact.
Adjusting the backpack on my shoulders, I began to run, ignoting the throbbing pain in my feet.
