ta's

o rescued me and took me to the Blood Moon Pack. And 2 week

d. My limbs tremble, my wolf barely able to surface after the brutal rejection. The b

y beloved daughter is gone. "How can I kill my child?

an she let this happen? Why must I kill my child? My firstbor

face. The warmth of her little hands when she'd curl up beside m

control it but I can't. The wolves beat me to a pulp a

I have no place here anymore. "I have to leav

my lips, but I refuse to let despair consume

ering secrets to the wind. My wolf stirs weakly, urging me to

the wolves and Tyler will hunt me, and if I'm caught, I

fault. He cast me into the lion's den. I should have know

whispers words of seduction in his ears; her witchery knows no lim

homeless and childless, yet I am like a wanted crimin

. The cold night punctures my lungs, but I don

, my senses on high alert. Shadows shift between the tr

lenches. No.

ound my waist, yanking me against a hard,

lready, li

yl

l sends a shiver down my spine. He rejected me-rejected us-but now h

in my throat. His piercing blue eyes are unreadable,

t?" I bite out,

but there's no amusement in

ing into my palms. "You made

d yet, here you are, r

fuse to be a pawn in his twis

thing dangerous crossing his expres

nding. He has no right to cla

my feet. A startled gasp escapes me, but befor

me, Nikita. Whether

od tur

r. It's only j