* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
I walked aimlessly for a while. My body moves along the seemingly endless corridors of the castle, while my thoughts navigate the complex corridors of my mind. There are so many dead-ends, so many unanswered questions.
Hope’s mother and the never-ending conspiracies around her death, most of which were born from the interviews that Hope’s father gave in the weeks that followed, when he was cut off from Hope. Before he tried to abduct her.
They murdered her, Hayden, that damn voice inside my head speaks again.
My mind recalls her father’s voice from one of the many interviews he gave. He was distraught and desperate. He was a man who had just witnessed the death of his mate. A man who was half responsible for creating the most important and most famous she-wol
