Chapter 92. A Gift

Rhiannon didn’t dare to turn around. She had made the conversation short and wasn’t sure if that was enough to keep his mouth shut. He knows her secret, and a small part of her wanted to turn around and knock him out, probably drag him to an alley and tie him there or just kill him to keep his mouth shut forever.

But she couldn’t bring herself to. Alpha Ronan never wronged her before.

Fear was still a part of her. Would Ronan tell on her or not? Well, she would know by tomorrow if she doesn’t wake up and find herself being dragged away by two warriors into the dungeon.

Rhiannon kept moving till Ronan was out of sight, before she stopped and let out a breath. Tonight was a long night and it was about three in the morning. She couldn’t wait to jump on her bed and sleep off.

“Have this,” a voice said from nowhere.

Rhiannon almost fainted. Standing right next to her as though she had simply formed out of thin air, was the werewolf seeress.

Her bony, d