Chapter 120 Her Best Friend

• ​Elara had returned to the packhouse, but unlike before, she felt like she didn't belong. Every corner of the vast stone building felt colder, more unwelcoming. Was it because of what Rafael had told her? She still was eager to know more. What was the secret relationship between her mother and the Crimson Fang pack, as well as the Silver-Moon pack? Everything was a complicated puzzle that made her head throb with a dull, persistent ache. Without looking where she was going, Elara collided with someone near the top of the grand stairs.
• ​“I'm so sorry, I wasn't…” Elara tried to apologize, but the words died in her mouth when she saw the person standing in front of her. Lyra stood there, dressed in silk and looking like some arrogant queen. Elara ignored the girl's sneer and prepared to walk past her, but Lyra viciously grabbed Elara by the arm and jerked her back.
• ​“And where do you think you're going?” Lyra lashed out. She tried to shove Elara toward the edge, but Elara caught the girl’s wrist and shoved it away with surprising force.