Mensa's POV
It was hard to believe that I would arrive at this point in my life wherein I would hate Thomas to the core. The day when I met Thomas was years ago and still the memory of it was vivid in my head.
“Mensa, do you think you really want to go to the human world? I have sent a good amount of werewolves to fight against the hoodlums!” My father said, worried.
Standing in front of the mirror, I was wearing armour. Turning to my father, I pronounced, “My Alpha, you shouldn't forget that I am your daughter. Your Alpha blood reins my soul. Being an heir to this South Moon Pack, it's my responsibility to protect my pack from any sorts of danger.”
My father’s chest loomed with pride on seeing my sheer confidence but his eyes got teary too. He wasn't ready to lose his only daughter.
