~Declan~

I’d like to believe her. Heaven knows how much I want that to happen, but this could be another trap. Her words could be a siren song meant to make me believe a lie—a lure to a trap, a bait to a cage.

I didn’t pull my wolf back; instead, I kept pacing back and forth, clearing the ground as I left paw prints in my wake.

“Declan,” Serena called. I wheeze, shaking my head, my stomps growing heavy.

‘This is another trap. Don’t fall for her sweet words, dumbass.’ I kept ...