CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

When Trisha and Wilkes had gone, Chloe burst into another round of tears. She was so sad even her wolf shared in her sadness and no matter how much she consoled herself, she knew the love of her life was gone. Seconds slowly metamorphosed to minutes and minutes to hours and as time rolled on, slowly, a vile thought crept into her head. Revenge.

With a blurry vision, Chloe studied her dormitory. The walls which she'd had a verbal brawl with Trisha on till they were hugged with pink wallpapers was the least of her problems. The small and lovely chandelier made of glass that hung from above, too, at that moment couldn't illuminate her of the dark urge to retaliate Trisha's behaviour with one that will affect her just as bad as she, Chloe, was affected. All she needed was an opening.

Slowly, her gaze shifted and landed on the spot Trisha had ransacked before she and Wilkes suddenly left her alone to her misery.

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