42-Stone POV
***TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE***
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
"Get over here!" I screamed to her as I rolled my eyes. This wolf was pathetic. Nothing at all like Brooke and I couldn't help allowing my imagination to roam at the rapidly fading memories of her soft skin under my fingertips. "I can't believe the Goddess gave such a weak excuse of a wolf to me as my second-chance mate." Muttering under my breath, I didn't miss the pain that flashed in her eyes. I smirked, peering into her eyes. I could feel the electricity that flowed through me as if she was Brooke herself.
She scurried over quickly, not wanting to further enrage me. "Y-y-yes?" She stuttered. God she was so weak.
Grabbing her hair, I peered into her eyes. "Where is dinner? I'm starving and you should know that
