a Pier

ay chimed 2:00 AM when the heavy o

iness. His tie was loosened, his hair was slightly disheveled, and the oppressive scent of pine and storm

he faint smear of red lipsti

sofa, and then shifted to the 26-inch suitcase resting by my f

adiating absolute arrogance. "Brandin told me you saw the video. Is this your new tactic, Arianna? Throwing a tantrum and thre

n't ask about the blood I had shed or th

rately for three years, feeling absolute

," I said, my voice eerily stea

In his mind, I was supposed to cry, to beg, to fall to my knees and ask for his affection. To punish my di

growled, towering over me. "Fine.

ld and merciless, and spoke the w

eject you, Arianna

rms, waiting for

a single flinch. I didn't hesi

erce, accept y

s left my lips, the

rough my chest, violently ripping a piece of my soul away. The metallic taste of blood instantly flooded my mouth. I dug my fingernail

inctively flying to his chest. His Black Dire Wolf was thrashing beneath his

of three years of pathetic muscle memory,

the kitchen counter," I said coldly. "D

on him and walked

ta

of his authority slammed into the room, a suffocating pressure designe

o crack open a seal deep within my blood. A strange, icy clarity surged through my veins, wrappi

pen and stepped out into the freezing night

es felt unnaturally sharp. The dormant White Wolf bloodline, st

heard Chase's voice. Wolves often spoke al

d, his voice trembling with a volatile mix of fury and a