Aurora's POV
"I don't understand you, sir," I stammered, my voice thin and trembling. I didn't even know his name—Oliver had never told me, and the pack only ever referred to him as "sir." To me, he was just a wall of cold, hard stone.
"Cut the act!" he roared, slamming his palms onto the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the small room. "I know you were sent here to kill my son. I am not a fool, girl. I've seen your kind before. You hide behind a pretty face and wait for the perfect moment to strike. So tell me... who sent you? Was it the rebels? A rival pack?"
"No one sent me!" I cried out, the tears finally breaking through. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it would burst. "Oliver is my life. I love him! I would never hurt him, let alone kill him!"
He scoffed bitterly, a dark, hateful sound. "Liar. You women are all the same. Liars. Deceivers. You use 'love' as a weapon until you get what you want, and then you leave nothing but blood behind."
