Sera’s jaw trembled. Her heart was still trying to catch up. Her wolf..whatever it was..had gone completely still inside her. Like it had been yanked back into its cage and chained tighter than ever.
“You’re not one of us,” Vale said. His voice dripped with venom now. His eyes narrowed as he spat every word like it was a curse. “You never were. You’re a f*****g stain on this pack.”
Her fists clenched.
“Thorne should have ripped you open,” he muttered. “Maybe then your wolf would’ve shown up. But even then… I doubt it.”
Her lip bled from where she bit down too hard.
And he leaned closer.
“You think that little flicker of power makes you special? You think it means anything?” He dragged his hand through her blood-matted hair and yanked her face closer. “You’re still nothing but a weak
