Chapter 8: Freedom or doom
ARIEL'S POV
I lay curled in bed like a fox, except my head stayed straight, pretending to be asleep.
My mind was chaos.
I had just returned from seeing the Alpha, and now I was more confused than ever. One minute, he was questioning me with those cold, emotionless eyes and a voice that made me tremble. The next, he was handing me a handkerchief to wipe my tears. He was mysterious. Unpredictable.
I hadn’t meant to cry. Tears were weakness, and I’ve always hated being weak. But the moment he asked why I left Moonshade, everything I had bottled up came rushing back. I couldn’t stop it.
I’d thought his summon was to throw me into the dungeon. But I was wrong. I should’ve felt relieved. I didn’t. What if he had something worse coming. Maybe once I gave him the i
