Oliver POV: So this is my mother’s new game, she tries to force me reject my mate, she knows that I’ll do fucking anything to protect her from the danger that race is posing. That event might be nothing more than a mere formality for a she-wolf, but for a human is an entirely different story. And it’s a double-edged sword, not only Kylie could die, but if that dreadful scenario happens, I’ll also be as good as dead inside. I believed that she cared about me, about her family, but I don’t know at this stage. She’s like an entirely different person, every day surprising me with new plots. I can’t understand her anymore, she had completely lost it. I tried to deny this even to myself, but my mother is a public danger. She messed with my fucking brain, locked my brother in the dungeons and made my mate fight in the arena. And only the Goddess knows what else she did that I am not aware of. I’m done finding excuses for her behavior, I’m going to have a lit

Oliver POV: It’s fucking happening. Kylie is about to spend three days in the forest, all by herself. Not one of our packs’ members is allowed to set foot in the forest, either to help her or attack her, Killian surely would have loved to send his elite soldiers to hunt her, but still, there might be rogues out there. Or worse, the demon wolves might make an appearance. Hell, if she is lucky, there would be just feral animals lurking in the forest, if that can be considered luck, of course. “Are you really going to be like that?” Her anguished voice pulls me from my own thoughts, only to meet her penetrating gaze filled with agony and disappointment. It’s fucking torture, to see her like this. It’s killing me from inside. I feel useless, in fact, I am fucking useless. I thought about taking my mother’s offer to reject her, erase her memories of me and let her live peacefully. This way she will be safe and maybe live a long happy life.

Oliver POV: Everybody stopped from what they were doing, they all look perplexed by the unexpected development of this event. Even my mother seems affected, confusion flashes in her eyes, she puts down her glass of champagne and stares at the map. There is a reason for all this sudden interest. My pack and every pack that I know tried at least once to claim that territory, but nobody was able to even get close to it. Though it is marked on the map, each time we edge near that area, we just find ourselves going in circle, we have never once been able to push forward. Everyone that attempted to find the land of the damned just passed near it, so rumors have it that it was enchanted one thousand years ago, when a human girl destined to a werewolf alpha died there, betrayed by her mate and his kind. Of course, those might be just made up stories, it’s not like someone from one thousand years ago is here to confirm it. We do live a longer life than

Oliver POV:My body is fuming with rage, I slam my fist in a wall in anger, all eyes are on me and I couldn’t care less.‘He’s gone.’ My brother’s words are resonating in my ears, my brain cannot make sense of anything. I feel anger at my own foolishness.How could I have been so stupid?There must be someone that has some type of information about the witch boy, and where else can you find all the packs if not here, celebrating my fucking nightmare, dancing on my dire misery.I try to keep my mind clear and my rage in place despite the strong emotions I am experiencing, but it’s not working. Before I could conceive a strategy, my impulse and my despair get the best of me, I begin interrogating all the guests, asking if whether or not they knew Jasper’s identity or where to find him.Some seem annoyed by my inquiries, but most of them appear to be actually worried, making promises to provide assistan

Kylie POV:I take a step back, my brain struggling to come up with a solution, but it’s clear that even if I give it my best shot, I cannot escape her. Maybe I just have to surrender, after all, I’ve been running for hours and I am exhausted to say the least. It’s not good for the baby either, my angel needs to be healthy and strong.After drawing the conclusion that I have to confront her, I push forward, closing the door behind me and walking to the table where she is, pulling a chair and leaning on it, I do need some rest.“Good choice. You had no chance in outrunning me anyway.” She declares nonchalantly, as if reading my mind.Can she do that? No, there’s no way, I am just panicking.“I guess you’re right.” I utter.“I’m sorry about earlier. Everything was a blur in my head, but I am starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together. I still don’t have the whole pic