L POV


    I paced back and forth across the lounge area of the pack house, my frustration growing with each step. Across the room, Caius lounged in an armchair, watching me with that infuriating smile on his face.


    "You can wear a hole in the floor, but it won''t change anything," he said, his tone light and unbothered.


    "You lied to me," I snapped, spinning to face him. "You were supposed to take me to White Lake."


    Caius shrugged. "I was supposed to keep you safe. Those were Ramsey''s orders."


    "So this whole time, you were never nning to help me reach White Lake?"


    "Not even for a second," he admitted without a trace of remorse. "The moment we were out of sight, my job was to bring you straight back here."