#Chapter 348: Still Alive

Nina My father sat behind his antique desk, the gleam of the walnut wood reflecting in his glasses. It was times like this, when his jovial face took on a more serious tone, that this man wasn’t just my father; he was the Alpha King. “Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the leather chairs in front of his desk. Enzo and I exchanged a glance before complying. “Nina,” he began, setting his glasses down, “do you want to explain what happened tonight? And why you took off like that?” I felt my blood run cold at his question. My father was the last person who I wanted to talk to about my strange visions, especially right now, right after I had just insisted to him that I would be fine staying in Mountainview. But there was no point in lying; I at least knew that much. “It’s… complicated,” I said quietly. My father leaned back in his chair, splaying his hands out to the sides. “I’ve got all the time in the world, Nina.” I exchanged glances with Enzo, but his gaze just solidi