ana

lute ice in my veins. Before I could reach the far stairwell, the heavy glass door swung open. It wasn't Holden.

re a wolfless burden, Ariana. You can't even help Holden run the Pack. The least you could do is not cau

for my brother's affection and defending my worth. Not today. I locked my hatred and despair d

an. I apologize,"

d where my usual desperate need for his approval used to be. It was like punching a ghost. Before he could say mo

orced down the bile rising in my throat and subtly slippe

ap vanilla scent clashed sickeningly with Holden's cedar. She deliberately brushed her Morandi blue nai

ow-level intern shouldn't be interrupting t

picked up a steaming mug from his desk-the bitter Healer's potion I had choked down for s

ed it over, watching the dark, bitter li

potion meant everything to

hocked gaze. "And perhaps you should teach your inter

the juice. Now!" he barked. Bree paled and scurried away. I looked at Holden's mask of concern, my heart turning to stone. I just needed

gun to fall, soaking through my clothes as I sat on a muddy bench by the s

asked, my voice trembling

ed through the speaker. "Are you finally ready

the rain. "But I need one month to

lab's doors are alway

res on wet asphalt drew my attention. A black Maybach rolled slowly past the curb. The r

e dimly lit cabin, I saw Bree straddling Holden's lap, their mouths locked in a desperate kiss. H

. Deep within my soul, beneath layers of trauma and suppression, the White