Fauna:
"Do you not think that is too much? I think we should stop," my mother whispered.
A loud smacking sound followed, and my hands flew to my ears as I covered them. I closed my eyes, tears spilling down my cheeks.
"Do not ever question my thods again," my father warned in a harsh tone.
"I am just saying," she tried to speak again, but I heard her grunt, and I could only think he was choking her. I wanted to go inside, but I knew that would make things worse. Then I heard my mother gasp for air, as if he had finally let her go.
"Anyway, what should we do about this headmaster and his son? They are probably here asking about Nook because they want information about Clentine. Good thing Nook is not dead and Clentine is not with him. She is probably even—"
My father stopped talking suddenly. I moved closer and placed my ear against the door. When I heard footsteps rushing toward it, fear ran through and I stepped back.
My bracelet got caught on one of the wall decorations, and I pulled my hand back sharply.
Before the door could open, I hurried away and hid behind one of the large walls. I saw my father step out and look around.
"Sobody was here," my father muttered to my mother.
I did not wait to see if my father would co out. I rushed down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I began pacing anxiously.
I wanted to go out and tell soone, but I was afraid. I thought that the mont I opened my door, my father would be outside, so I waited for two hours.
During those two hours, I walked around my room, still in the sa gown. I had not even changed.
Finally, I felt like it was safe to leave. I could have told my sister, but I did not want to drag her into this. Sending her ssages or talking to her at night would draw attention. I did not want to involve her anymore. This was related to the alphas, and they needed to know.
"Or is this just an excuse to go see Haiden?" my wolf muttered, still upset about the earlier insult.
"It is okay. He is just angry. You see, Father plays many gas," I replied, making excuses for him again.
"Fauna, I care for him just as you do, but let us not lose our dignity," my wolf urged. I nodded.
"Do not worry, I know what I am doing," I said. Then I walked out of the room and made my way down the large hallway to Haiden’s bedroom.
Once I reached his door, I took a deep breath and knocked softly. My knock was so light that I worried he might not hear it. When I knocked a second ti, the door opened. The mont he saw , a desperate look crossed his face.
"Actually, I wanted to—" I began, but he grabbed my arm and pulled inside.
He did it so roughly that I could not react right away. Once I was in the room, he pushed back against the wall and placed his hand beside my head. I flinched and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around myself in fear.
"What is wrong with you?" he muttered, glaring at as if he hated .
"I just ca here to tell you—" I tried to say, but he hit the wall again, and I fell silent.
"No, shut up. I know why you are here. You are going to tell how much you love and all that. Then you will expect to believe there is sothing special going on between us," he continued, not letting speak. Every ti I tried, he struck the wall hard enough to make stop.
"I’m not here to beg you to accept ," I muttered quickly, my eyes staying closed as I expected another fist against the wall.
"Then what the fuck are you here for?" he grunted, placing both his hands on either side of , caging in.
I cleared my throat, then forced my eyes open to look at him.
"I was here to tell you– to tell you the truth about my parents and what they are planning," I whispered.
"What my father is planning," I corrected myself, as I did not see my mother as more than a victim of my father.
But at this point, I had started to cry so hysterically that even I could only hear hiccups from myself.
I watched his frown deepen before he slowly pulled away from .
"Stop crying," he muttered under his breath, turning his face to the side while his hands remained on his waist.
I sniffled, trying to stop myself from crying.
"Say what you said and do not repeat yourself," he demanded.
I nodded faintly, preparing myself to speak.
"My father is planning sothing for you and your friend Troy," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ground while playing with my fingers nonstop.
At this point, I was rubbing my hands together so hard that it started to hurt.
Suddenly, Haiden placed his finger on my hand, and my movent stopped.
"Stop this," he ordered.
My head snapped up, and I looked at him helplessly.
"What do you an your father is planning sothing for us? Why would he be planning sothing for Troy?" Haiden asked.
It was said that he already knew my father would be planning sothing for him.
The shock only ca when his friend’s na was added.
"My father doesn’t want Clentine to be found," I said quietly.
"He will also claim that Nook is dead. I know that for sure."
As I began to explain, Haiden’s eyes started to grow wider.
"And how do you know that? Why would you co here to tell that?" he demanded, taking another step toward , one threatening enough to make step back until my back t the wall.
It was sad that what my father had done to everyone had made them not trust and my sister, to the point that they thought we were always lying.
"Because I heard it," I replied.
The mont I said it, I watched his face change with the realization that it was not a joke.
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