Chapter Thirty-One-Blaire

Blaire

I walked outside to the back yard of the pack house, which was in full swing with wolves and their families. It was the complete opposite of what I grew up with, which was random kids from the trailer park, and it warmed my heart to be apart of an actual family now.

On the other hand, it tore me apart. The families, with small children—pups—sitting together, playing together, all it broke me.

Alaric would kill them to get to me. He would kill the innocent children, their parents, leaving them with no one if I didn't go willingly.

I hated myself for it, but I briefly thought about surrendering to Alaric to save them. Could I live with myself if I got all of those wolves killed? No, probably not. Could I live with the dragon king? I didn't know, but it was a better option than the murder of Luther's entire pack.

"Hey."

I looked toward my left where Amber, the red-haired human from before, waved at me. Her daughter, a blonde-haired beauty ran off toward a jungle gym with the rest