Lara
Damn!
"Get away from me, jerk!" I hissed, gripping the nearest object—a mop—like it was a damn sword, and I was in battle.
If I thought being hunted by the so-called Wolf King was the worst that could happen, then this? This was hell without fireproof skin. Just me and a mop. Great.
Turns out my dear old father left out one more tiny detail in this twisted puzzle I was forced to be part of—like the part where Every. Freaking.Unmated. Wolf. was also hunting. Not just the Wolf King.
So yeah, more shock for me. thanks, a lot Francis.
Now I knew why they separated us earlier. It was never about safety. It was so the unmated wolves could pick their targets.
And lucky me, I was someone’s pick.
I’d lingered in the corridor too long. Every door slammed in my face as the others hid. I
