Dance with Adrian? I'd only been dreaming about this for years, and now my wish was about to come true. But instead of being happy, I was afraid. I can't forget the emotionlessness in Adrian's eyes as he looked at me before I died. I couldn't let myself fall in love with Adrian again. I wouldn't let history repeat itself! Because the last time I gave my heart to this man, I lost everything. I couldn't let it happen to me again, so I had to be strong. "No, thank you," I said and offered him a polite smile. Tonight was my night. I wouldn't let myself fall for his good looks so easily this time. Adrian's eyes lit up in shock. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I don't want to dance with you, Adrian. Maybe you should dance with Betty instead?" I offered. I saw Betty's eyes turn wide in my peripheral vision. She knew how much I wanted Adrian, so hearing me say this must be a big shock to her. Adrian shook his head. "I don't understand. Are you refusing to dance with me? What's going on wit

I felt electricity running through my veins, and my body heat rose as my lips touched his cheek. I felt a tingling sensation all over. My heart thumped against my chest. What was this strange feeling? "Are you okay?" Alvis tilted his brow as he stared at me intently. He must be wondering why I look so nervous. "F...fine," I stammered. "You don't look so fine. You look pale. Did kissing my cheek disgust you that much?" he joked. "What? No way. That's not it," I protested. I didn't want to tell him how my body reacted to his touch. It was too embarrassing. Alvis suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. He leaned down, and I shivered as his lips nearly touched my earlobe. "Are you lying to me, Lindsey?" he whispered. I stirred in his arms but didn't push him off. "I am not..." I choked on my words as the room was suddenly bright. I quickly pulled away from Alvis. "Ladies and gentlemen! I have an important announcement to make!" I turned to the man standing on a podium with

The next day, I dragged myself out of my bed to start my training with Alvis. I never understood people who liked to wake up before sunrise. How can they say goodbye to their bed so early in the morning? Besides, it was extra for me to wake up because I couldn't sleep last night. As soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamt about Adrian. No, it was not a dream, more like a terrible nightmare. In that deep state of sleep, I saw Adrian trying to murder me in my sleep. Have you ever watched yourself dying in your sleep? It's horrifying! Alvis was waiting for me at the same spot as yesterday, so I waved and smiled at him. "You were almost late," he grumbled. "Yes. I am really sorry. I swear I'm taking this very seriously," I let him know. "Good." We didn't speak to each other for a moment, so I looked down at the ground. I'd never spent time with Alvis before, so this felt...strange. I realised I knew nothing about Alvis. Who was he? What did he like? What kind of woman did he want as hi

I stood there and stared at Alvis, not making a single movement. Did he really expect me to fight him? Or was he teasing me again? "You are joking, right?" I squealed. "No, I am not joking. Charge at me and then punch me," Alvis said. "But..." "Lindsey!" Alvis barked. "You are thinking too hard. You won't have time to think during the competition. You will be expected to fight. So act quick." Alvis paused, then took a step back from me. "Or would you rather everyone think you are weak and pathetic?" He raised his eyebrows. Anger flared inside me. What was he trying to say? I was not a quitter. Maybe I was weak and pathetic in my past life, but not this time. This wasn't the old Lindsey anymore. "I'm not weak," I said grimly. "Well then, if you're going to be fighting against other wolves, you might as well test your strength on the strongest there is," he said and gestured with his hands for me to come towards him. I bent my head to both sides and breathed in deeply. With my

Everything was going smoothly until something went wrong. During the archery competition, no one expected that an arrow would come flying at me. I dodged the arrow just in time, so it merely grazed my ear. "Oh my god, Lindsey. Are you okay?" Betty feigned concern. I touched the tip of my ear and felt warm blood. It hurt a little, but I was fine. I looked at the other packs, and my eyes met Alvis's. He had a panicked expression on his face. I smiled and nodded to let him know that I was okay. I looked around, trying to guess who shot the arrow, nearly missing the target and killing me instead. My eyes fell on a familiar face who didn't look too concerned. Instead, a small smile painted his lips. Owen Wilson. Did he throw the arrow at me instead of the target? But why? I suddenly remembered something. Owen always liked Betty and wanted to go out with her despite not having a mate bond. But Betty constantly rejected him. So what now? Was he trying to injure me to impress Betty?