Lyla 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 planning 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."
I resumed pacing, my hands clenched at my sides. For the past twenty-four hours, I'd been effectively under house arrest. Caius refused to let me leave the pack house, and the former Ferals, whom I thought were my allies, turned out to be my jailers.
