Chapter 5

“No,” He laughs.

“Definitely no. I can not allow that,” Zayn says to me as he runs his hand through his hair.

“What do you mean by that?” I ask him angrily, but he seems amused by my anger.

“Let me make this clear for you; you are a werewolf and this is demon territory. If my people stepping foot in your territory is an act of war, then you staying here would be war itself,” He explains to me.

“Sounds dramatic,” I reply to him, and he stares at me curiously.

“Dramatic would be me publicly announcing to my people that you are a werewolf spy that I caught trying to assassinate me,” He smirks, and my mouth drops open in shock.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I reply to him, and he walks toward the bed and sits on the edge.

“For centuries, everyone has seen demons as evil, and outcasts from heaven that serve the devil; so accusing you falsely would just be the icing on the cake,” He yawns after he speaks.

“But you won’t do that,” I fold my arms on my chest.