Leo towered over me, gun in hand, ready to put a silver bullet in my head as I lay there, staring up at him. Instead of fear, I was consumed by anger and frustration. We had welcomed this man into our pack and given him everything he could possibly need.
"You son of a b***h. We trusted you and let you in here," I spat out, attempting to scoot backward while clutching my shoulder, which was bleeding heavily. My thoughts raced chaotically, and I had no clear idea how to escape this nightmare. I continued to inch back through the snow, heading toward the packhouse, but I was nowhere near the door. He flashed a maniacal grin, relishing the success of his twisted plan.
When I finally reached the packhouse, I leaned against the wall as he closed in on me. He stood right in front of me, leaning
