Elvira
I kept pacing the room, my bare feet dragging across the wooden floor. My thoughts were like a storm that wouldn’t stop.
“Spy?” I muttered to myself again, gripping the edge of the dresser for balance. “He really sees me as a spy?”
My hands trembled as I pressed them against my temples, willing the panic to stop. This wasn’t just some stupid misunderstanding, this was dangerous. If Alpha Jaxon believed I was a traitor, there was no telling what would come next.
“Someone’s setting me up,” I whispered to the silence. “Someone’s feeding him lies.”
“I need to leave. I need to leave before it's too late,” I whispered to no one.
But where would I go? Back to Bloodmoon? My stepbrothers would kill me before I crossed the border. And if I stayed here, with a pack that already looked at
