Roland’s face twisted. He didn’t appreciate the way Zuri talked to him and gripped her hair even harder, which made her close her eyes in pain, but she was too stubborn to make a sound. She took a deep breath and fixed her expression, pretending that she was fine when she opened her eyes again and met her father’s eyes through the mirror’s reflection.

“What task?” Zuri asked coldly. She thought that moving to the Blackthorne pack would allow her to escape her father’s clutches, but it seemed his claws were embedded too deeply for her to get away.

Roland’s hand relaxed against her hair, he tied her hair up...