Denae was placed in the room across from Jake’s and she was now staying there for a week. Her uncle barely spoke to her, or rather he barely spoke to anyone. He kept himself at a distance that was too far to reach.
Denae wanted to ask him why he wasn’t close to her dad, but every time he saw her, his glaring eyes would tell her not to approach.
But even so, he’d promised to help her, in fact for the past week, he’s been training his men and compiling weapons to fight. Jake trained too, and even though Denae was advised not to, she trained as well.
She didn’t care if omegas weren’t made to battle, for all Jerald had done to her, she’d be the one to kill him and if Zaid was still alive, she’d be the one to kill him too. She’d spare no one, for Jerald hadn’t thought of doing so when he had
