Chapter Sixty Five
I was naive.
Third Person’s Point of View
Fate could hardly feel her fox.
Her body trembled as she regained consciousness. Remembering everything in full detail made it all too real. She had lived her whole life thinking that she was a tough girl. While her strength can provide her safety, she had lacked knowledge of bad people who wanted her dead.
Those people that she had considered friends were someone she trusted, and it never crossed her mind that she would be betrayed in that fashion. She had pressed blame on a werewolf who never wanted to cause her harm and then trusted those who wanted her six feet underground.
She had never felt more stupid than she does now.
“Fate?” A soft voice called her attention, eyes snapping to Matthew who had walked inside. The
