It had been three days since I last left the poolhouse. My mind was riddled with many thoughts regarding what I now knew. I tried researching what I could online to find more answers, but I felt that nothing I found was as valuable as what Holden, who was a mere 50 feet away, could tell me. I wasn't ready to talk to him yet, so I focused on my feelings. There was the fact that werewolves existed and were out to get me. Christine had come intending to save me, but now that Holden had murdered their pack's beta, what if they came for me as a means of vengeance? My life was potentially at risk, and I wasn't guaranteed that Holden could protect me. Speaking of that incident, seeing Holden kill a man and behave so...brutally, even if it was to save me, was unnerving. I briefly contemplated the
