Chapter 11

"Each of us must confront our own fears, must come face to face with them. How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives. To experience adventure or to be limited by the fear of it."

-Judy Blume

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“What is your name, dear?” The Lycan asks as he breathes out a shaky sigh.

“Lara Zane, from the Blue River pack,” I reply to him, mustering all the confidence that I can.

“Well, Ms. Zane, your story has some holes in it, but I really don’t give a damn,” He walks close to me.

I can sense his strength and power by just looking at him.

“What do you care about then?” I ask him, and he smiles.

“Good question,” He mumbles as he nods slowly.

“What I care about is the werewolf people and their well-being. I don’t give a flying sh*t if you decide to lay in bed with a demon, but you should know that once one crosses that line, one can’t come back from it,” Harvey explains as he paces the room slowly.

Everyone is