Stuck with the enemy

Chapter 69: Very important day.

DEREK'S out of her room feeling shaken, every muscle in my body tense. That... that was not how I expected things to go.

"David," I story

I walked snapped, catching up to him. "What the hell was that? What do you think you're doing?"

He said to me with a dreamy voice, completely detached from reality. "She's beautiful, Derek. Like... snow. Soft white fur, eyes just like Deniz's. Have you seen her eyes? They're mesmerizing."

I grunted, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Yeah. I've seen them."

But the truth? I had seen them. And he wasn't wrong.

DENIZ'S story

"Don't you ever do that again!" I snapped at Derya, anger bubbling under my skin. "What were you thinking? Clearly nothing, because you wouldn't understand, we have to stay away from him. It's important."

"You don't have to do anything," she muttered, as I sank back into bed. My whole back still ached from Clara's attack. Damn Clara! "We'll figure out his motives soon enough. But don't use that as an excuse." She continued

"I've got a pack of rogues trying to kill me. Isn't that reason enough to keep my distance? On top of everything else?" My voice came out sharp, exhausted.

"You're just full of excuses," Derya shot back, retreating into the corners of my mind.

DEREK'S story

After the infirmary, I went straight to Clara.

I stormed in, furious—me and my wolf both.

She had attacked my mate and my future Luna.

She cried, begged for forgiveness, but I didn't hear a damn word. I was already thinking of her punishment. And I found the harshest one I could come up with:

For one year, every single day, Clara would apologize to Adeline and Deniz—in front of either me or Paul—until both accepted her apology. No exceptions.

If she skipped a single day?

She'd be scrubbing the training room floors and cleaning the bathrooms. Every. Damn. Toilet.

It wasn't the physical labor that would crush her. It was the humiliation. For someone like Clara, apologizing was more painful than bleach under her nails.

Later, back in my office, I buried myself in paperwork. Paul came in with the training reports. Everyone was progressing. Except Clara's team.

Deniz's group, though? Impressive.

They may have come from the suburbs, but she'd chosen well. Her people were strong. Determined. Focused.

Apparently, the two girls had been discharged already. And suddenly, something hit me.

I almost forgot what day it was.

I cursed under my breath, told Paul I was leaving, and headed home to pack. I couldn't miss this.

DENIZ'S Story

I had barely left the infirmary when someone came knocking.

At first, I thought it was a nice surprise.

It wasn't.

"Deniz," Adeline greeted softly, her voice almost... sorrowful. She looked fragile with her arm in a bandage. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile. "How about you?"

"I'm okay," she nodded. "Actually, I came to thank you—for saving my life. You didn't have to do that." She paused, then continued this time a bit sarcastic. " Honestly, I don't get why Derek rejected you. You'd make a good Luna."