Chapter 117

HAZEL

The young man lifted his finger to his lips and didn’t make a sound. Did I just say, ‘young man’? How old was I getting in this place? I’m not even nineteen and I’m calling someone else a young man, the shiver that shook my bones was valid.

“Could you focus,” Trixy snarled.

“I called him a young man!”

“You mean the human boy who is somehow standing on Lycan ground?” Trixy was right.

She’s right, who was he and what the hell was he doing here?

He opened the door and stepped through it, was I expected to follow him? This felt like a dangerous form of the game follow the ferret, something all pups played in school—one person did something and then everyone else had to do the same thing. Or as I call it, the initiation into brainwashing young pups to become submissive adults, it’s a working title, but it was always a guy who was the ferret and it’s not because we said so but because the teachers also picked them.

Get back on track, Hazel.