That Was Not His Fault

Chapter 34

Trevor's POV

It would be a lot easier if Oden and I weren't mated, but the only time that a werewolf can lie to their Alpha is when they're talking about their mate.

But that's not the case everytime, it mostly depends on how strong the werewolf is.

And if they have Alpha blood too, then that makes it a lot easier for them to lie.

So, I know that it's hard for Denver to decide if I'm telling the truth, or if I'm just laying for my mate.

"What now?" I ask him and he looks at me for a while, before he sighs.

"Let's go back." He tells us, and he gestures for us to go with him, before he starts to walk away.

I look at Oden, and the both of us decide that there's no point in trying to run away.

Because we know that Denver is a lot quicker than us, and he would catch us in a few seconds.

"I said that I want you to come with me." Denver reminds us without turning around, and I sigh, before I take Oden's hand and I walk toward him.

When we reach Denver, we decide to walk a few feet behind him, but he doesn't seem to mind it.

I decide to look into my bag to see if I took any other clothes other than the shorts that I'm wearing.

But I can't see anything, so I guess that we will have to go towards the place where we left our clothes, which should be somewhere on our way.

Just before I close the bag, I can see a knife which is laying in it, and I look at Denver to see if he's paying any attention to us.

When I see that he's distracted by trying to find one of the birds, who's singing somewhere on the tree, then I take the knife out, and I put it behind my back.

I can see that Oden noticed what I did, and he doesn't seem very happy about it, but he decides to not say anything.

I look at Denver, and I quickly realise that he's starting to get bored of what he's doing.

So, I decide that I most likely won't have any other chance to do what I want to do.

I don't want to kill him, but I want to injure him enough for him to not be able to chase us, although I'm not very sure where I should aim with the knife.

I decide that his the lower part of his stomach will be the best, and that's where I try to hurt him, although he manages to catch my hand in the last second.

"What are you doing?" He asks me angrily, and he looks at the knife which is right next to his skin.

I groan loudly, and I try to take my hand away for him, but he doesn't let me move.

"Were you trying to kill me?" He asks me, and I'm surprised that he sounds more upset than angry.