Chapter 9 • End Of The Beginning

Chapter 9

End Of The Beginning

Clarissa

Carlin’s reply resounded in my ears and for the first time, the possibility that the she-wolf might have lied came to my mind. Without waiting for his side of the story, I had stormed off, not giving him the benefit of doubt. He wore a wry smile, unaware of the turmoil raging within me.

“So, you don’t have a mate?” I wanted to be reassured before deciding on the next step to take.

“I don’t. Whoever told you I have a mate clearly wanted to throw you off-balance—”

“And they almost succeeded, almost,” I repeated, a bit to myself. Admitting I was wrong was not my best suit. Besides, Carlin might be lying too to cover up his crime and I would be none the wiser. I peered into his eyes for the truth and found steady golden orbs, never flicking, at rapt attention. I became uneasy all of a sudden.

“We need to talk and I can’t have this conversation with you carrying me. I won’t run,” I added when he lifted a suspicious brow. Running would solve not