Bolt’s POV“Ilana,” I coldly said, my fingers curling into fists by my sides as I evaded the silver knife. The blade stuck over the top of the chimney like a prized flag. Watching the enemy’s tool over our pack’s symbolic tower had my chest burning with fury. The sight of it — a blatant insult — felt like a dagger to my pride, more piercing than the weapon itself.It was a face off on the roof as the cool wind blew over our faces, with electricity cracking against the huge ivory moon.Her laughter rang out, sharp and mocking, echoing off the stone walls of the chimney.“Well, well, well,” Ilana smirked as she took out another knife, this time sharper and shinier. “Look who it is ? My favourite beta wolf,” she chuckled. “And what more, he is pregnant !” She commented, amused, her eyes glowing with what – jealousy and anger ?My chest tightened, but I held my ground. I was pregnant ?!At that moment I wanted to facepalm myself. How did I – a wolf, not realize it and the evil incarnate i
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