CHAPTER 31~ A WEAKNESS

Verya picked up the blouse she had left by the lake, throwing it over her shoulder. The material was dampened by the wet grass it had been on, it smelled like sweat, something she was so familiar with, however there was a scent nearby that she wasn’t at all acquainted with. She knew what specie it belonged to, but the fact that it was so close was what she didn’t understand.

A fae trespassing on werewolf land? There must be one reason for such a calamity…and she knew just what it was… Verya moved away from the lake, finding solid grounds instead of the slippery grass. It was here to fight and even if it wasn’t, it deserved death for trespassing on her father’s land without permission. Faes weren’t friends to werewolves, especially when it came to her father…her father hated them since one had been the root cause of his mate’s death…

And for that, Verya hated them too.

Verya’s eyes searched the dark premises, not finding it on low grounds. Her eyes shifted up and even before she coul