Thirty.

Blue

Ophelia was waiting in my room for me. She quickly smoothes down her red hair as she smiles at me. “I’m really sorry about your friend.”

“Thanks,” I murmur. It was still a lot for me to process. I blamed myself. If I had convinced the twins to reject me, Bree would still be alive.

Ophelia's green eyes are staring at me as she loosely braids her hair. “Do you know who did it?”

“No.”

“Humans can be so mean to each other.”

“It wasn’t…” I pause for a brief second, wondering if I should say anything. “The twins think it was a Lycan,”

“Shit!” She throws a hand over her mouth. Her green eyes wide as she stares at me. “Sorry, I shouldn’t cuss, that’s rude of me.”

“Trust me, I’ve heard worse.”

“What are you going to do?”

“What can I do? Alpha Cyrus probably won’t care. I mean, she was human.”

“Alpha Cyrus isn’t as bad as how people make him sound. He will consider things.”

“Even human problems?”

She gestures to herself. “Remember, I don’t even know what I am yet and he still allowed me to