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“It doesn’t matter,” I snapped. “He’s not mine. And he’s a freak of nature like all of them. It’s best if we don’t use names.”
I clenched my jaw.
I hated Blake Walker.
He confused me. He appeared too human when I first met him. Kind. Offering his help to a scared girl.
But it was all a facade.
He turned out to be a monster more dangerous than all of them.
His eyes were red. That was something we had never encountered before.
And he was a piece of shit, even in werewolf standards.
And yet, for the strangest reason, when he asked me to be careful, my heart stuttered in my chest. When he grabbed me by the neck to hurt me, tingles shot through my skin.
And I hated that.
After everything I’d been through, after what his kind had already taken from me, I wasn’t going to let him destroy my plans. Destroy everything I’d worked for.
He wanted me to run away. As if he cared for my safety. As if I wasn’t just a girl who had fooled him with her distress and poisoned and abducted him.
As if I was someone more.
No.
Not happening.
I wasn’t an idiot like him.
Whatever caused those sparks was a mistake. A side effect of
Lia’s existence if she really was what they said. That girl messed up the whole balance of the world.
“Well?” the Commander said. “Is he going to help like he promised?”
“No,” I stated. “He’s out the picture. He cannot be trusted. None of them can be. It’s us versus them.”
“Look,” the Commander sighed, stepping closer to me. “I know you hate them. We all do. But we have to play this smartly. We need all the help we can get. So if he’s somehow connected to her, and we share a common enemy, we should use it.”
“He’s useless now,” I replied. “I’m not stupid. He told me his bond. with Lia is done. It broke. So I told him to return to town and prepare, because his pack will be next.”
I didn’t wait for the Commander to respond.
I headed back outside. The air had gotten colder.
Across the training yard, other agents were sparring, practicing how to kill. Memorizing how many ways there were to kill a wolf. Everyone was excited. Full of hope.
Idiots.
Hope didn’t win wars. Hate did. And I had more than enough of that.
I wasn’t doing this for glory. Or for The Order. I was doing it for my sister. For my family. For the life I lost to black eyes and sharp teeth. For the screams that still echoed in my head when I tried to sleep.
She was still out there, somewhere.
And I would find her one day and bring her back home.
My phone buzzed. Unknown number.
I answered anyway.
“It’s me.”
Blake.
I stayed quiet.
“She’s growing stronger. I thought you’d want to know. The blood moon’s coming.”
I didn’t respond.
He was silent for a while. Then he sighed.
“Lia doesn’t deserve to die, Caitlyn. She’s just a girl. She’s been human her whole life. Just like you.”
I scoffed. “You know nothing about me, Blakey. And don’t tell me what people deserve.”
“She’s not yours to kill.
“She’s not yours to save.”
“You don’t know what she is, “he snapped. “This is bigger than what you guys can handle. Trust me.
“I don’t care.”
I ended the call before he could argue further. Then I blocked his number.
I lowered the phone, my heart pounding faster than I wanted it to.
I wasn’t blind. I knew the risks. I knew what they can do.
But I was ready for it.
I didn’t care if Lia Snow had a tragic, human past, a powerful bloodline, or some soft spot for her Alpha boyfriend.
She was the worst of them all.
Because right now, she was serving as a symbol.
And werewolves didn’t need any more of those.
Lia Snow was a monster, just like the man she was in love with.
And monsters didn’t deserve happy endings.
Not on my watch.
-LIA’S POV-
The car rolled to a stop outside my house, headlights off. I slipped out the window and landed with a soft thud on the grass, my hoodie zipped up and heart thumping like crazy. I jogged across the lawn, ducked behind the gate, and slid into the back seat.
Zane glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Took you long enough.”
“Mom wouldn’t fall asleep. She kept asking if I wanted to braid hair and talk about you. She feels bad about grounding me.”
Ajax snorted from the passenger seat. “That sounds like your dream night.”
I kicked his seat lightly. “Shut up.’
Zane smiled. “You made it. That’s what matters.”
As we drove deeper into the woods, I glanced around. “Where’s Sheila? And Aaron? They didn’t want to come?”
Ajax shifted in his seat. “They’re staying in tonight. Laying low.”
“Why?”
“Just taking a break,” he said quickly. “Anyway, Warner’s already waiting. You’re gonna start with him.”
I scowled. “You guys want to kill me in the first round? Warner’s a beast.”
Zane narrowed his eyes through the rearview mirror. “And I’m not? Ajax isn’t?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
When we reached the clearing, Warner was there, standing like a statue, arms crossed. The moon-or my mom-cast sharp shadows on his face. Zane parked, and we all stepped out.
“You ready?” Warner asked, nodding at me.
I dropped my bag and stretched. “As I’ll ever be.”
Ajax hopped up onto a log, watching like he had popcorn. Zane leaned against a tree, arms folded. His eyes never left me.
“We’ll go easy,” Warner said. “At first. But don’t get comfortable. And don’t go crying to Zane if you get hurt.”