Chapter 33: The Truth

Cursing, I ran my fingers through my thick curls before looking back at him.

“What do you want to know?” I asked, frowning.

I wanted to trust him but I told myself I’d never trust anyone again. Years of betrayal had forced me to carry my demons alone. But he was right, it wasn’t fair to keep him in the dark when he’s trusted me with his own demons.

“Everything,” he said, his brows relaxing as he sat up straighter.

“I’ll answer your questions,” I promised, nodding.

“The dead vampire from before. Who was he?” He asked, cutting to the chase.

“Ezra. One of my father’s right hand men.”

“What was he doing on werewolf territory?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he was looking for me,” I said, shrugging.

“Why would he be looking for you? How would he know you’re here?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I opened my mouth to answer, closing it slightly as I felt hesitation creep in.

“Wuro, you can trust me,” he insisted.