Chapter 24

ELIZA’S POV “This place is a shadow of its former self.” I looked over my shoulder with raised brows and at Alexander who was wiping imaginary cobwebs from his face. “You’ve been here before?” We were in my house looking for a space to reenact the events of the war. “I am the Prince of the Lycan Kingdom,” he replied with a smug smile and I shook my head. I stood in the middle of the room with my hands on my waist as I took in the room, indeed, it was a shadow of its former self. Before the war, in the middle of the room - the war room - stood a tall, round table made from the finest oak tree. It had been passed down for generations, and it was where my father and his fathers before him strategized and discussed the best way to help the pack. Now, in the middle of the room stood me, and the table, scattered in parts all over the room. I turned in a slow circle taking in the room where I had imagined myself making decisions in favor of our pack. A rat ran past, snapping me of my reverie.