hearts and prayers. “This mess is all because of you.”
I swallowed hard as shame and guilt pressed in on all sides, and heat
flushed my neck.
Did she think I didn’t realize that? I was painfully aware of the situation.
Jaxson, the pack, my family—everyone was at risk because for some reason,
a half-mad sorcerer wanted to cut a part of my soul out.
Bile rose in my throat. I’d known about this world for two weeks. I’d
turned into a wolf two days ago. I couldn’t control my wolf or my magic and
was desperate for answers, and yet, this bitch wouldn’t give me a break.
My wolf strained at my chest, and my fangs shot out. She needs a bite in
the ass.
I turned on Regina and bit off each word l
ike the strike of a knife. “Yes.
This is because of me. So why don’t you just turn me over to the sorcerer?
You’d solve the pack’s problem and get rid of me all in one fell swoop. I’m
sick of your reproach, so either try to take me or fuck off.”
Regina snarled and shoved my shoulder firmly.
Pain erupted through my fingertips as my claws shot out. It took every
ounce of control to rein my wolf in. I clenched my teeth and glared, ready for
her to push things one step further.
“You don’t get it, do you, Savannah?” Regina growled. “Clearly, neither
you nor the sorcerer has any idea what it really means to be part of a pack.
It’s inconceivable that we’d turn over one of our own. Even someone we
despise.”
What was she saying?
I couldn’t help my lips from pulling back in a snarl. “I have a hard time
believing that you wouldn’t dump me at the drop of a hat to get your pack
members back. Do you really value a dirty LaSalle girl above them?”
Regina half-laughed. “You need to retrain your brain. You’re a wolf and
a pack member now. What you don’t get is that we’re wolves, not sheep. A