Lyla
"Ramsey has enough problems of his own. I don't want to burden him."
Terra sighed. "Lyla, you can't just walk into Blue Ridge…"
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Are you saying I should do nothing? That I should sit here while my mother suffers in a dungeon?
"No," Terra sighed, her eyes were glistening with sympathy. "No, I'm saying be smart about this. You're his mate, but you're also a Werewolf and have some connection with Nathan. You have to tread carefully. There has to be another way."
I clenched my fists, feeling helpless.
I had a shuffle behind my back when I turned, I saw Ramsey walking towards me, he had an endearing smile as he came closer. As soon as I saw him, for some reason unknown to me, I burst into tears.
