Chapter 20- To be or not to be

Watching her werewolf mate easily snap the demon’s head did nothing to her. How could she forget the dead look in his eyes when he rejected her. Not even hesitating a little bit. She refused to get swooned by his kind charms again, werewolves were all same towards the end. Most of them only wanted power and cared about ranks. Primal instincts at the best.

However, she did shiver a little at the words of the second Aamon’s riddle. It might sound perplexing to a foreigner’s ears, but she already knew the answers. The darkness, the seek….

As soon as Dante was faced by the ordeal of the riddle and the self-sacrifice of the demon, he turned around, facing her once again.

She gulped hard, forcing her body to stop reacting to those golden eyes of his. They were deceitful. At first, it lures you in with its golden ambience and silver swirls but the moment you think you could get lost in it, you realised its true intention. And they weren’t good ones.

‘I accept your rejection’, she bravely