ARIA
Because of Lucian…I had no idea what to make of such information. Somehow, it only deepened my mistrust of him. The Elders must have refused Lucian for a reason—he did something wrong. The werewolf council, also known as the Elders were usually appointed by the moon goddess to judge, approve, and oversee many of the pack's affairs.
For them to reject Lucian meant the situation was worse than I had imagined. But then again, I wasn’t sure if the issue was trust.
What exactly were the Elders waiting for? If I truly was Albena, shouldn't they have sought me out?
“Lucian… it’s always Lucian,” I muttered, glancing down at the photo in my hand. No matter how hard I tried to escape him, he always found a way to slither back into my life like the snake he was. I swallowed hard, my gaze
