CHAPTER 89: Lost in the pack house

  Lydia's POV

  Sniffling softly, hating how I have turned against Levi so quickly without listening to his perspective, I stop walking. Wait...this corridor is heavily unfamiliar. I don't know where I have come to. The corridors are lit by lights, but it is dark enough to make me feel anxious.

  Where have I walked into!? I do not recognise this corridor at all! Distracted from my thoughts by this confusion and fear, I wipe the corners of my eyes - because I haven't quite shed my tears just yet - and turn around. I attempted to trace myself back to the corridor where it was at least open, and there were other werewolves.

  Having lost myself in this huge ivory pack house successfully, I grunt at myself when I take a few wrong turns and end up in front of somewhere unknown.