Chapter 112

CHECKMATE'S POV

It was 3:00am and I was fully awake, standing by the clinic's window and staring at the sky above. The sky was pitch black but i knew that very soon dawn will arise. And if I had read the celestial signs well, dawn signified hope and new beginnings. And I hoped that the signs were true as I truly needed all the hope I could get.

Today would have to be a turning point and I couldn't afford for anything to mess up my plans.

When I had left the pack house, I had prayed earnestly to God or whosoever was above to convince Hillary and allow her to see the truth. But I hadn't been stupid enough to rely on the sly man above, I had projected a backup plan. A backup plan I had to use now, although I despised it.

But I had to, my pack's fate was on the line. It was obvious that Hillary was under some kind of enchantment for her to want to remain here.

I walked back to the hospital bed and slept with hope and anticipation of a great day ahead.