The Cruel Truth

I knew I'd promised Kaan I wouldn't leave the room, but this odd feeling inside me told me I should go with Dritan. A few minutes later, I changed into the darkest clothes I could find—black leggings, a dark gray tunic, and a black, hooded cloak—and followed Dritan outside the inn. He led me through the back door and then through a narrow passage between the buildings.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked in a hushed voice as we passed the empty streets wrapped in the darkness of the night.

“We're going to the training grounds,” he said.

I frowned. “Why? What do you want to show me there?”

Dritan halted and turned my way. “What do you know about the Crescent Hills Pack?”

I shook my head. “Nothing aside from the fact that they didn't want to pledge loyalty to Alpha Khaos.”

He huffed out a dry laugh. “And even that small part of your knowledge is incorrect.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Alpha Korad, Alpha Kaan's father, was alive, he and the Alpha of the Crescent Hills Pack used to be friend