The days following Hector's visit Flynn's confession passed in a haze of contemplation and unease for me. I found myself wandering the halls of the manor pike a lost soul, knowing fully well my time was almost up.
Two weeks…I had two weeks left and with nothing at my finger tips but the hoes that I can convince three men to change their minds about me.
The weight of Flynn's revelation hung heavy in the air, an invisible presence that seemed to follow me.
My clothes now seemed faded and worn, much like my hopes of finding allies among the Lycans.
Not when they I have no solid connection, I figured a prince would help but what use does a cast out prince have?
The creaking floorboards beneath my feet echoed the uncertainty in my heart. With each step, I was reminded of how precarious
