#Chapter 493: You Would Be Dead

Nina The cool summer night air was a refreshing feeling; it was much more moderate here, where my dad’s mansion resided in the north. Nothing at all like the heat and thick humidity of the jungle where Mila had created her horrific kingdom. “I just can’t believe it,” I whispered, hanging my head over the stone railing of the balcony we stood on. “Just when I think I’ve begun to understand this godforsaken family, it’s as if another layer gets added.” Enzo, who had been quiet for most of the day, sighed as the wind ruffled his hair. “And now he wants us to help him clean up his mess,” he muttered. It was true; my father wanted to recruit us for his cause. He had promised not only payment in return, but status for our pack. In exchange, Mila needed to be taken down; her mind was gone, or so he had said. Peace could not be achieved in this realm if her cult continued to grow. And no matter how shitty it felt, my dad was right. Mila was a threat to society. She had bound me