Chapter EIGHTY

Dane I stood there, frozen, my arms still crossed tight against my chest as Kiara’s words sank in like a dagger twisting in my gut. Kill the Alpha and Luna of the Silvermoon pack? How the hell did she know that? My mind spun, a chaotic mess of disbelief and irritation that she’d even dared to show up here, lounging on my bed like she owned the place. Her brown eyes, usually so annoyingly bright, had gone flat and cold, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine. This wasn’t just her usual meddling self. This was something else, something dangerous. I’d been on edge all morning, ever since I’d crept back into my room through the window a few minutes ago, the cool air of the night still clinging to my skin. The mission had been handed to me in secret, a command from my father, the Lycan King, and I slipped out of the castle last night to clear my head because of that. No one was supposed to know apart from my father and his beta, Cole. Not even the guards, and damn sure not Kiara. Yet her