A few days later, I was on my bed mapping out my strategy on how to leave the castle. I had come to the conclusion that I was not going to stay here and I most definitely was not going to give stupid prince Edward the liberty of being made Lycan king. He could be the Lycan president for all I cared, but not me. He was not going to use me as his sacrificial mate to claim his throne.
When a Lycan was coronated, his mate didn’t just remain a she wolf, but she became a Luna. And that meant that if Edward became the Lycan king, then I was going to become Luna, but I didn’t care. I was bent on leaving this place.
The only problem was how? There were guards everywhere and then that made it hard for me to leave. No matter what, where was I even going to get a ship to take me back home to India.
