ALARA’S POV
I remained standing silently, watching as Stephon struggled to hold onto his bravery. But he was still afraid to die.
“Everyone is afraid to die, Stephon. You are not left out.” I said firmly, smirking at him while I remained standing.
“I am not afraid to die, Alara! I am a Silvermoon wolf! We are not afraid of death, you know that!” Stephon fired, and I nodded.
“You are right.” I scoffed. “But you are not ready to die. I can help you, that’s if you want to be helped.” I said what I hoped was going to be enough to draw his attention.
Stephon leaned forward slowly, and no matter how hard he tried to fight it, it was written all over his face that he was interested to hear more.
“You can’t help me, Alara. You couldn’t even help yourself when Caelum took the throne from yo
