WYATT, WE SHOULD SPLIT UP HERE

Harper's POV

Smelling damp and moldy, I opened my eyes and found myself in total darkness.

Oh yes, the soldiers threw me straight into the dungeon. I thought I was going to die. The severe pain in my ribs reminded me that the beating I had just received was real.

It was the first time I'd set foot in King City, but I didn't expect to be trapped in this gloomy cell. Everything around me made me feel scared and hopeless, but what made me even more disturbed was the truth I had just learned.

Wyatt is a prince. The business union he's talking about turns out to be the one that concerns the most people in the werewolf world. He was a prince through and through. What he had said about not wanting me to suffer with the knowledge of that information.

A lump formed in my throat. Wyatt was right. Knowing that made me more miserable. No, it was despair. There was no possibility for us. I repeated it over and over in my mind until tears filled my eyes.

Now, it's all over. I burst into