Chapter Forty-two

“Lucia Danes.” I heard as the sound came out to me, after the old woman used her mantras things had been simpler, I no longer had recurrent dreams and I was feeling some confidence in my bones.

Even in poor light from the moon, it was possible to see his skin turned pale as he rested his head on my lap. Beside him, my confidence shrank like a bladder pricked with a knife, I was vulnerable.

I walked out of his room on the tip of my toe, locking the door silently so that it doesn't make a noise behind me. Following the sound, it was obvious Lola was the one calling me, I had a disconnection with her while I was away on Ramanov Island of packs who were scared of his balls and menacing rule.

I vanished into the gloom while rolling my hands around my chest, I made to move off either to my track or to her place and again I heard her voice again.

“Lucia!” if I go back this isn't going to end well.

I arrived at the entrance of her cabin, I was also pleased to see no lurking shapes near her hou