Chapter 18

It was all too much for me and I needed some fresh air. In this room, you felt like you were suffocating because there wasn't enough oxygen.

I walked toward the door, saying, "I have to get out of here." Very urgent.

I just felt so stupid and ripped off. Almost my entire life had been a lie.

All these years I had this huge hatred for werewolves and my uncle had fueled it. Of course, he had blamed the werewolves and everyone believed him. It also sounded logical and would have made sense.

Gerald was the monster. Simply because he wanted to be the leader. That's why he killed his brother and his family. How annoying for him that I had survived.

The tears stung my eyes and as I raised my hand to grab the doorknob, Amun took my other hand.

I didn't want him to see my face, so I stayed facing the door. It was a weak moment for me and I wanted to endure it alone. Nobody should notice. Especially not the king, because somewhere we were still enemies