THALINA’S POV
I was still reeling from that mind-twisting run-in with Greg’s look-alike when I slipped into the comfort room. At first, I just wanted to wash off the stain of tomato sauce clinging to my clothes but I ended up hoping that the water would also rinse away the weight pressing on my chest.
“Focus, Thalina,” I murmured to myself while looking at the mirror. “You have to finish your mission. You cannot afford to get disoriented right now! You need to be free from being a slave. You need to kill the lycan prince!”
“Here, use this.”
I lifted my head from washing my face to see a female noble wolf handing me some tissue.
Confused, I shot her a look wondering why someone in this school is helping me but instead of giving me a cold shoulder just like all the students in the acade
