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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….

couldn’t just sit there and wonder what was wrong with my people when there was a possibility

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though. I knew better than to go out there and face him without

great deal of time to make up my mind 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 needed to

my meet- ing with him. I had knives, throwing stars,

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well as strapped to my back and legs. I didn’t want to take the chance of letting

through the situation again. If he had really wanted to cause me harm, he would’ve done

my stomach, and I knew it wouldn’t

As a result, not only was I cov- ered when it came to all of the weapons I knew how to use, but I also made sure

had faced off against him, I’d called on the animals to come to my rescue, but they hadn’t known what they were getting into. This time, when I left to walk

a boa constrictor, a pair

had the numbers on my side when it came to being able to fight against one he-wolf, but then, Luther seemed to be a skilled warrior, and I figured his wolf was not someone to be

to get dark. With the dilapidated house in the distance, I stood outside in a clearing in the woods, with my animal friends around me, praying to the

doing something

as I lifted the whistle that Luther gave me and gave it a sharp

took a moment before I heard some noises from

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

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

was

widened. “I knew you’d call for me.

er.”

what you meant when you were speaking about my pack,” I told him. “You said that there were rebels back there as well. But no one has contacted me to let me know what

he

the knife in my hands as I spoke. “Of course, they have,” I said.

your letters to

a way,”

meant. My stomach was beginning

Believe it or not, it wasn’ t me.” His smile grew crooked as only one-half of his mouth pulled up higher, like he was attempting to fight his amusement and only half-win- ning. “Not only did I not intercept any of your messages, be- cause I’m a nice guy, but I’ll also give