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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….

decided I needed some answers. I couldn’t just sit there and wonder what was

more.

knew better than to go out there and face him

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 know what was happening in my

weapons, I prepared for my meet- ing with him. I had

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

through the situation again. If he had really wanted to cause me harm, he would’ve done it then – wouldn’t he have?

formed in my stomach, and

of knowing, but as I thought about the situa- tion, I grew even more nervous. 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 that my

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 into the woods to locate the house, I brought them along with me and we formed a

lion, a giant python, three badgers, a boa constrictor, a pair of jaguars who always stayed right next to one another, and

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

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 Moon Goddess

doing something entirely

whistle that Luther gave me and gave it

only took a moment before I heard some noises from the forest,

him a bit more of a human appearance. Still, my nerves continued to get the better

a few hasty steps toward me. A

stay back.” It wasn’t a warning. It was a fact. I might be intimidated, but my

“I knew you’d call for

er.”

want to know 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

They never received your mail,” he said

eyebrows knit together. That made no sense to me. I continued to shift the knife in my hands as I spoke. “Of course,

letters

out a way,” he replied,

to figure out what he meant. My stomach was beginning to ache from the knots twisted there.

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