DAWSON
“She did what?” My ears stung at Rick Taylor's words. My fingers dug angrily into the cushion as I waited for him to repeat what I thought I just heard.
“Joyce blocked her off in the hallway and said really nasty things to her.” Rick Taylor repeated accurately not missing a word that he'd said earlier.
“Good thing I stopped her before she could do more verbal damage. I walked Carla to the middle of the compound and then she left.”
My wolf was both furious and sad, and so was I. The urge to bust out of my room, find Joyce, and throttle the f**k out of her was wrestled and overshadowed by the sadness, of knowing Carla must have been hurt.
She's so f*****g fragile. A big contrast to the wild, bitchy Joyce.
“Was…was she okay?” The words tumbled over themselves as they made the
