Greystone’s Point of View
I looked into Mia’s eyes, intently, fixing my ears at her heartbeats. The pounding heart was telling me she knew something. If it was about Xavier, I had no idea what I would do. Her silence was torture for my mind. It felt as if she was trying to come up with some answer. To trick me. I was familiar with this expression. Typical human!
“Tell me, Mia.” I shook her shoulders again, gaining a quake from her.
“Yes… I’ve,” she whispered, hanging her head, moving her gaze elsewhere. But she wasn’t lying.
‘I told you… he has a wolf. It must be the Lycan. That’s why we couldn’t sense his wolf. Ask her what she knows,’ my inner wolf growled.
“What have you seen? What exactly have you seen, Mianette?” I raised my voice. I was losing my composure, my everything.
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