CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The clouds in the sky floated like dead leaves on the ground, moving slowly, as though in fatigue, while the sun stood motionless, bathing the arena with hot, unforgiving light.

I had my hand to my face, and they buried my expression, as I tried to piece together what Colin had poured out of the abundance of his heart with utmost heartlesssness.

I sat, wearisome, picking at my thoughts anxiously.

“What?” I asked, almost for the hundredth time.

“He wants to be Alpha!” Colin repeated, and without hesitation. “He's wanted it ever since he was younger, I would wager."

And I stayed frozen, defining immobile, with hands still clasped together on my face. “But he wasn't part of the Alpha bloodline, and he knew he could never be what he desired…”

Colin continued, unrelenting. “He didn't relent however. He knew he wasn't of royal blood, like you, and yet he is willing to get the throne through other means, be it rebellion in the pack or taking the life of an innocent girl. And I'm sure he has