Mariam's POV
“Interrogation by a torturer?” I exclaimed, both frightened and furious. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Leander raised his hands and shook them.
“No, no, that’s a lie, I’m sorry, there’s no torturer, Mariam, I just said that to try to scare you into not lying to me again, but there’s no torturer. However, if you don’t convince the Alpha, he could throw you in a cell and keep you there as long as he pleases, so it’s best if you’re honest.”
I was furious, but I understood Leander’s intention. However, I was telling the truth, but to make him believe me, I would have to tell the whole story—and better to him than to the Alpha of Gold Lake.
“I’ve told you the truth, Leander,” I said, looking him in the eyes, which were a deep black that gleamed like onyx exposed to fi
