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Chapter 20: Whose Side Are You on Anyway?

Theo hadn’t even looked up or shown any interest until Warren and I had begun speaking to one another. Then, he had just scowled at me. Why?

Oh, right. He didn’t like me talking to Prince Warren. He’d told me that before.

With Theo staring at me, the two of us didn’t seem to have much else to say. To avoid the awkwardness, I cleared my throat. “Um… do you mind if I go back to my room and try to get some more sleep?”

Theo gave me a nod as he got up and walked away. “Go ahead. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.”

One of the maids had brought in a tray of food, and I’d nibbled at it for a few minutes, but I really wasn’t hungry. I had so much on my mind.

My thoughts went back to what Luther had said to me the night before. He’d mentioned that there were rebels in my own pack and insinuated that my father, our pack Alpha, was in trouble.

My parents were not home at the moment. This time of year, they normally would leave our pack lands for a couple of months. His Beta would still be there, as would some of the other pack leaders, so they should be able to manage.

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Although generally speaking, for the last couple of years, I

had been the one to manage the leadership and monetary af- fairs of the pack. So… if the situation was going poorly, why hadn’t anyone in the pack reached out to me?

It didn’t make any sense.

I had sent inquiries to all of the important people. I was eager to make sure that all was well back home. My parents would be surprised to return and find me absent, after all.

But it had been two weeks, and no one had responded. It was strange. I’d written to my governess, my best friend, the Beta and his wife…. Not a single letter in response.

Could it be that they weren’t getting the letters? Or maybe they were getting them, but everything was in such shambles that they didn’t have time to write back. Maybe ev- erything was just fine, and they saw no reason to reach out to

me….

I needed some answers. I couldn’t just sit there and wonder what was wrong with my people when there was a possibility that Luther

more.

than to go

that this was what I needed to do. After going over the pros and cons of contacting the hidden enemy, I finally convinced my- self that I

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of sharp weapons hidden all over my body, as well as strapped to my back and

harm, he would’ve done it then – wouldn’t he have?

stomach,

grew even more nervous. As a result, not only was I cov- ered when it came to all of

they were getting into. This time, when I left to walk into the woods to locate the house, I brought them along with me and we formed a battle

a pair of jaguars who always stayed right next to one another,

when it came to being able to fight against one he-wolf, but then, Luther seemed to

house in the distance, I stood outside in a clearing in the woods, with my animal friends around me, praying to

something entirely

lifted the whistle

before I heard some noises

slacks and a blue shirt. Not being clad in all black gave him a bit more of a human appearance. Still, my nerves continued to get the better of me. I held one of my knives in my hand, twisting the blade back and forth as

formed across his face as he took a few hasty steps toward me. A growl emanated from each of the mam- mals’ mouths, and the snakes

a warning. It was a

“I knew you’d call

er.”

you were speaking about my pack,” I told him. “You said that there were rebels back there as well. But

your mail,” he said

me. I continued to shift the knife in

didn’t want your letters

surely figure out a way,” he

head, I tried to figure out what he meant. My stomach was beginning

fight his amusement and only half-win- ning. “Not only did I not intercept any of your messages, be- cause I’m a