Alone on the floor of the parking area, Pia looked at the car that sped off and disappeared in the blackness of the night. Her cheek was burning with the tight slap that Caleb had given her a while back. Tears were flowing out. She scrambled to her haunches and got up. She was shaking and was not able to maintain her balance. She walked with a quivering body and mind to lean on the car that was standing nearby. The princess of her clan, which was the second most powerful clan amongst Lykae, was now desolate, didn't have a home to go and her husband just left her saying that he wanted to unmark her. And the person responsible for the debacle was none other than a bloody neotide. Her shoulders crumbled as she began to sob. Once she settled, she took out her phone and dialed a number.
"Father…"
