CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
TYLA Point of View
I walked to Jonathan's room, a sense of trepidation building in my chest. I had just received a message from my father, asking me to visit him in his pack. He missed me and wanted to spend time with me. I was eager to take a day or two away from this pack's toxic atmosphere, and this was just the right time and the best opportunity for me. Although I spent very little time at the King's mansion. I knew it was far better than being stuck here with Jonathan. I knocked on Jonathan's door, and he called out for me to enter. I pushed open the door and stepped inside, finding him sitting on his bed, a book open in his lap. "Jonathan, I need to talk to you," I said, trying to sound calm. He looked up at me, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. I wondered why Jonathan was always an angry bed. Well, what I was about to tell him would definitely make him more angry, but I didn't care. "What is it, Tyla?" he asked. I took a deep breath before speaking. "I just
