CZARS’ POV

I Stared at the rogue before me, weighing his words and trying hard to convince myself that what he was saying was false, but failing miserably. It was not as if I was not aware that the pack hated me but to want me dead was so new and frightening to me. Also, no one knew I was out here except for the enchantress and possibly the beta and council of elders.

Feeling defeated and strained, I crouched beside a huge tree with my head bent over my thighs. Indecisive about my next plan of action, to make things worse I was beginning to doubt the essence of...