#Chapter43

Eve looked like she had been run over by a train more than once. Her hair was matted and tangled, her clothes stained with mud. Her face was coated in a thin layer of dust and smeared makeup.

I wrinkled my nose at the sight of her. “Damn, what happened to you?” I asked her.

Her chest heaved heavily, Eve’s breathing erratic now. “I’ve been living out here in the woods since Cain banned me from the pack, and it’s all your fucking fault.” She hollered while pointing a bony finger at me.

I pursed my lips. “Really, and how is it my fault?” I asked her, incredulous.

Her...