Chapter 96

• Alexandra
• I swallow hard, pushing my back into the thick trunk of the oak tree. “She needs to know, old man! Dammit, he doesn’t have our blood. We risk everything we’ve held on to. The prophecy won’t come true. Don’t you understand? The lives of our people are on the line. Do you think he cares about any of us? About our pack?” A voice shoots out, leaving chills down my spine.
• A sharp slap echoes through the air. I catch the shriek threatening to escape from my throat, recognizing that sound without a second thought. “My apologies Elder,” Damian mutters and he storms from the other side of the tree, catching me listening. His eyes meet mine and it’s as if I can feel the fury blazing through him uncontrollably like a volcano on the brink of explosion.