Lara
I walked in.
The move was official now. Final.
No turning back. I was in it.
Being the replacement—or, as my ever-loving father so eloquently put it, a temporary solution. Like chewing gum plugging a leaking pipe. Until they found the real material. The real her.
Those words had stung when he first said them. But then again, I didn’t expect anything less from Francis Singh. Trina’s daddy. Just father to me. And to be honest? I expected a whole lot worse.
I was placed in the She-Wolves’ Division. Apparently, the Luna of the royal pack—the Wolf King’s grandmother, of all people—had organized this grand affair. She was the one who’d split the venue into separate territories. Said it was for protection. Unmated wolves were a danger to unmated she-wolves like us, or so the whispers c
