Forty: A threat

Tatiana.

A few hours prior…

I look up at Lyson in horror. “It’s not me. I didn’t kill these Lycans.” I say firmly, my heart pounding even though I’m not guilty.

Lyson smiles faintly. His long hair is pulled into a bun and his pale blue eyes flicker with a strange emotion that makes me frown. “I believe you.”

He sticks out his hand to me and helps me up. I feel relieved as I stand to my feet, not knowing what to do with my blood-stained hands.

I gasp when a piece of my tunic is ripped off and I frown at Lyson but he hands it over to me.

“Here. Wipe with this.” He offers helpfully and I smile, taking the cloth and wiping my hands.

“What do you think happened? Have you told Roy?”

He raises his eyebrow at me. “You’re on first-name basis now?”

I blush, looking down at my fingers as I struggle to remove the sticky liquid. “It just turned out that way.”

He shrugs and shakes his head. “The Alpha won’t believe you. Not with the warning from your father. He will think you have