Time is running out!

The next day arrived with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Nima knew that she had to discuss her mission with Rody, the only person she could trust in this twisted world. She had to explain everything to him, including the secret of her fire-breathing ability and the lie she had told the pack.

Nima found Rody in his study, engrossed in a pile of papers. He looked up when she entered, his eyes harboring a mix of concern and curiosity.

They exchanged a nod as a silent greeting before Nima spoke in a low voice.

"Rody," she began, "I need to talk to you about something important."

He motioned for her to sit down, his expression serious. "What is it, Nima? And why are you troubling me?"

Nima scoffed at him, "You are supposed to assist me, and not call me trouble!"

"Whatever!" Rody hissed.

Nima took a deep breath before revealing her unique gift. "I can breathe fire, making use of Hell's burning fire," she confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and vulnerability. "It's something I discovered after Dragoni brought me back to life. I can't control it well, but it might be a useful skill for our mission."

Rody's eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "That's...remarkable, Nima. It could indeed be an advantage. But remember to be careful with such powers. They can be a double-edged sword."

Nima nodded, grateful for his understanding. She moved on to the matter of the lie she had told the pack about her confrontation with the Shadow Clan, avoiding any mention of her encounter with Fred.

"I told them that I was cursed by the Shadow Clan, but it's a lie," Nima admitted. "I had to make up a story to fit in and gain their trust, but the truth is I'm here for revenge. Revenge against the person I believe killed my father."

Rody sighed, understanding the gravity of Nima's quest. "Nima, I can't say I approve of deception, but your motives are clear. However, you need to be cautious. Dragoni is growing impatient, and the longer you take, the more dangerous it becomes."

Nima furrowed her brow, troubled by the urgency of the situation. "I'm aware of that, but I'm also struggling with Alex's sisters. They're always around him, and I can't get close enough to learn more about him."

Rody chuckled a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, young love. Don't let it deter you, Nima. You have a goal, and you must remain focused. But don't underestimate the power of patience. Sometimes, things fall into place when you least expect them."

Rody smiled an unexpected reaction that took Nima by surprise. "Ah, yes, those sisters can also be a handful. They adore Alex, and anyone who gets close to him is bound to be tested."

Nima looked at Rody quizzically. "Tested? What do you mean?"

Rody leaned in and whispered, "They like to play tricks and pranks on anyone they see as a threat or a nuisance. But they mean no harm, it's just their way of ensuring that you're worthy of being in this pack."

Nima raised an eyebrow. "Worthy? I don't need to prove myself to anyone. My mission is my top priority."

Rody grinned. "That's the spirit, Nima. But remember, you'll need to find out more secrets about the pack. Now, go and prepare. Dragoni is waiting, and you have limited time."

Nima nodded, taking Rody's words to heart. She knew she couldn't let her emotions cloud her judgment. The mission was everything.

She left, totally forgetting to tell him about the mission Alex told her about.

Later that night, as the moon cast shadows over the pack house, Nima dressed in a sleek black outfit, designed for stealth and secrecy.

And with a soft sigh, she opened her room's window and climbed out.

Unknown to her a dark figure was watching her.