JESSICA'S POV
Days passed after I'd had the party with the triplets. I was getting bored from not doing anything and lots of times, my wolf constantly reached for the surface and I struggled endlessly to push her to a deep part in my core.
Sometimes, my heart drifted to the conversation I had with Orton the previous day. Now that he knew which pack I was from, I didn't feel safe anymore. Not when I could be killed.
Even though I'd told Orton against my wish and he didn't give any negative reaction. I feared that a tiny tendency of everything flopping and going haywire was just around the corner.
Oh gosh! Going back to the Silvermane pack wasn't even part of the plan to begin with. I had just two options left– remain here in the Trident pack and accept my fate or find a way out of this
