---- There was only feeling I had at that moment.

And I swear to you, that it was one the best feeling in the world.

The feeling of Respect.

---- eee Chapter 138 Sierras POV T was turning and tossing around in the bed.

Sleep was distant.

Everytime I close my eyes, that scene flashes in my mind.

I still remember how I felt when Xavier left me alone on the floor of the ballroom with my ankle sprained.

Those stares...

how degrading it felt.

Just because he was jealous of ne dancing with that man Raefel Yet Adrian...noveldrama

He is very different from him.

He took care of my sprain.

He dropped me to my room, carrying me in his arms.

He bandaged my ankle.

It wasnt a pretend.

---- Or for show.

From the little I have known him.

Adrian is direct, blunt too carefree to care what others say about him while Xavier was peculiar.

He wanted me to be at my best behaviour in front of the council members or other guests.

Gosh.

What am I thinking? Comparing both of them.

It's just that their personalities are very different.

And that's because of who they are.

Pure blooded werewolves.- Sophisticated, uptight, powerful,elegant and beautiful And mix blooded Crets- Wild, carnal, rough, rugged yet equally attractive in their own way.

Pushing aside the comforter, I sit up when I hear voices outside.

It must be time: Slipping my feet into my Belles.

I rush out to find everyone making way towards the borders.

They had ---- os their clothes and essentials with them, their faces were filled with joy and excited voices echoed around I stop at the threshold.

Not sure what to do.

Can I watch them leave at the borders? Will he be there? Could he be waiting for me? But Adrian said I am not leaving.

What if he gets angry- I flinch when out of the blue a shawl gets wrapped around my shoulders from behind and I see a huge shadow behind me.

Come...

That's all Adrian says, stepping past me and J literally jump after him, excited.

The knot of anxiety worsens in my stomach as the sound of water comes closer.

The river of death was the boundary.

The Crets stand in group right on the river banks.