phin

oed through the Mind-Link, the a

orner of his right eye started to twitch, and his spine, which he held so str

was no longer about love; it was about power, possession, and the perfect excuse. He didn't have to face me or the fin

d, and he tore off into the deeper woods, not to hunt, but to race back to

my lips curling

es and let my

me a sense of smell far sup

ine needles and dam

ke stench of the twe

nd urged my warhorse

he massive, panther-like creature was crouched on

n perfe

ed one too, and a bigger one at that. He couldn't let me get the final kill. It was his only way to save face. He cras

lver-enchanted bow, p

d, his voice cracking with de

title! That Omega is making a mockery of me-if I ret

beast, pulling the bowstring

sked, my voice deadly quiet. "What

p in his eyes, but his

y," he ch

n't lower

e did the

iam drew a Silver Arrow from his q

med a

bowstring, a sickening thw

linding, exploded

t through my leather armor and b

just cut a were

cted directly into my veins. The poison

ping my bow. My

cky ground. I felt the sickening crunch of my rib

om of the ravine,

of excruciating p

slope. He looked down at me, h

t," he whisper

is bones cracked and snapped sick

ed, leaping toward the Shadow Beast to claim

vanished. The moon had waxed and waned overhead while I lay broken in th

my White Wolf's terrifying healing factor finally k

shaft of the arrow from my leg, and li

y doors of the Pack House,

was decorated in red r

val, and when no body was found, they simply declared me dead and moved on. They were so ea

ing a glass of wine, her fa

from her fingers and shattering on the floor. "Liam told us you were ambushed b

cold of her lie see

trying to stitch a new memory over the truth. But I caught the flicker of guilt

utterly untroubled by my return from the dead. "Liam bravely fought off the Rogues to bring bac

ed pas

was Elara. She was wearing my

as said righteously, seeing my gaz

a dark velvet tailcoat. He reached out a

ttle to hide the terror in his eyes at seeing me alive. "I forgive you for run

his hand h

false, cloying mixture of cold sweat and cheap musk-assailed my nostrils, and a wave of bile rose in my throat. I wrenc

hall. "I am leaving this pathetic excuse for a Pack." And I meant