I lay down again in the arms of my companions without being able to fall asleep. Somewhere deep inside me, I knew that, despite the promise they had just made me, they were going to drink this drink. My mother had only allowed me to have this premonition to prepare me for what was to come. I had to talk to my Gamma, ask them to take it upon themselves to make believe that they were going to kill me. If someone from the pack did it, with the Alpha order that was going to be given, my chances of survival were zero. With this idea, I decided to get up and go to the shower. The sooner I talked to them, the better we would be prepared.
Third-Person POV
The girls were in a pitiful state. They had failed to kill the b***h that their chosen companions called Luna. They had only one solution left
