Lyra's POV
"Gareth, please tell me who else is involved with the Insurgency," I begged her. "We can approach the king and request mercy. Please, this won't end well. You won't succeed in removing Caelum from his throne. He has Killian now—alpha Killian is one of the instigators, isn't he?"
Gareth refused to answer. Instead, she stared at me with disbelief, as though I'd committed some unforgivable sin.
"I'm not telling you a damn thing," Gareth snapped. She appeared willing to sacrifice everything for her revenge.
But I couldn't let her do that. "Gareth, please consider the current situation. Dying won't benefit you long-term. Will the Insurgency members save you if things go that far?"
Gareth's face crumpled with sadness. "I don't expect them to save me. Even if I must die, I'll die with satisfaction, knowing I died for something meaningful."
Her words left me speechless. She sounded completely detached from reality.
