I followed my dad’s lead and managed to curb my paranoia for a moment.

“You’re good now?” Dad asked with eyes full of concern and empathy. I nodded.

“Good, dear, you did well. Look, I totally understand what you’re passing through right now. Pistanthrophobia—you’re afraid of trusting, and love has become a nightmare for you. But listen, child, love is meant to be enjoyed. And I tell you now that Drake was not the right person for you.”

If he says Drake wasn’t meant for me, then was he meant for Eleanor? Why couldn’t it have been me?

“And that’s why the Moon Goddess chose the one for you—the Lycan...