Megan POV

I panic because I know. I can hear them, and I think they want me to listen to them. They want to torture me like this.

These wolfs are the kind of sickos that get off on other people’s pain. They’re drowning in mine, and they love it.

“Hey, Ben,” Nathan says as casually as ever. It’s as if he’s my brother’s best friend, and they’re conversing daily.

I suppose that’s what it feels like to him. This probably all feels so normal and risk-free.

“No need to be rude,” Nathan says. “I appreciate your help, but it’s only taken us so far. We have bigger plans that...