"Tell me, do you accept my condition, or should I end your life?" She asked me, and with that, the man threw me to the floor in anger, and I cried out in pain.
When she saw that I wasn’t giving her a response, she took out a silver knife, and I gasped in fear as she placed it on my throat. "I don’t have all the patience in the world, Larissa. Tell me, do you accept my condition? Will you leave this pack house, or do I have to end your life and tell Damain you committed suicide?" She asked me, and knowing what they could do to wolves that ended up killing themselves, I shook my head.
"No, luna. I swear, I’m going to leave the pack tonight. Please, don’t kill me." I told her, and she smiled as she took the knife out of my throat.
"I knew you’d make the right decision," she told me as she
