Chapter 37

Zea's POV

"It's not about Tyler!" She looked up at me with red eyes, her thin eyebrows drawn into a line. "I don't care about him. Let him burn in hell! I-I just don't know where to go, Zea. My pack will disown me, if not execute me, for what happened here today. I was never with Tyler connected, I'm not her Luna, just the girl who didn't help him when he was killed. The girl he was killed because of. My old family hated me because I went with a werewolf instead of staying with them. I'm alone, Zea, so alone."

Anyone in my position would have the same thought: take her with you, leave with Anny and Cole.

But I couldn't do that. She would ask questions, ask too many questions, and see things she didn't want to see. And I would watch her die in time. What was I supposed to do with her when she was 60 years old and I still looked like a youngster, went to parties, and slept with people who could have been her grandchildren?

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