Chapter 19

My throat swells all the way shut.

Is it possible that both my wolf and I are wrong about him?

My eyes sting, the scent of salt in my nostrils.

Lowry snickers. Jake bats her arm to shush her, leaning forward, her green eyes glittering with malice. She’s too civilized to bare her teeth, but I read her meaning. Tuck tail and go back to where you came from or else.

My wolf hears her too, loud and clear, but she doesn’t give a shit. She’s one hundred percent focused on Preston.

Waiting.

“Another defective scavenger,” Nick Jones sneers. His friends snicker.

What do I do?

I glance...