Marsai:
No. She had to be joking—playing some cruel, twisted game with me. What the hell was she even talking about?
Every inch of my body throbbed with pain. I could barely move. I couldn’t even feel my wolf anymore.
Why would Hana do this to me? The more I stared at her, the more my mind spun, searching for answers that didn’t exist.
With a dry, raspy voice, I tried to speak. “Hana, you can’t just say thi—”
Before I could finish, her hand shot up, and a sharp slap cracked against my cheek.
I groaned, the sharp sting of pain radiating through my face.
“I’ll say this a million times,” Hana hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “I f*****g hate you!”
My ears rang. My vision blurred, unsteady and hazy. But even through the dizziness, I could make out the shape of the undead wolf, cre
