Peniel Genevieve Blue
To be played...
Or to play?
The wind howled through the trees, and the sky darkened with the promise of rain. I stood at the edge of the pack's territory, alone with Lucian in the middle of the forest, a small cabin nearby. My heart raced, not just from the dangerous game I'm playing with him, but from the storm that I felt brewing inside me—between the lies I had told him and the truth I couldn't run from.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice betraying none of the chaos inside me. My words were soft, but I knew they wouldn't mean much to him. I had told him everything—about the lies, the deception. And still, that edge of wickedness in me never quite left. I wondered if it ever would.
Lucian's eyes were locked on mine, burning with hatred. His jaw tightened, and
