Chapter 11

Silas’s POV

Another boring school day. I toss my textbooks into my locker, slamming it shut. Elena stands right by my side, tapping away on the screen of her phone. She’s been more clingy than usual these days and it’s starting to get on my nerves. Sadly, there’s only little I could do or say. Betrothed wolves were meant to be seen together always; something about demonstrating the closeness of their bond. A good Alpha is nothing without a Luna, so the saying went.

Then again, wolves only felt a strong connection with their mates and even in the rare cases of betrothal, there was meant to be a form of partnership, yet I felt an aftertaste of repulsion having Elena around, hovering about everything I do.

I feel no solace in being hers, instead someone else plagues my thoughts every waking moment.

It’s like my mind’s been drugged and I can’t think straight anymore.

Freya, that damn Freya.

Annoying, witty, with a peculiar allure to her. I want