My scalp tingles with the need to shift. I have to get out of here. I have to warn Samuel and both packs. They have to know what Logan was doing.

"You," I spit. "You are responsible for all of this. For Logan. For the deaths of Samuel's parents. The attacks on all the other packs. You leave a trail of bodies and destruction in your wake."

"She's quite a fireball," he says to Logan, his jaw set in amusement. "We could use her."

Use me? No. Never.

"You'd have to kill me first." I make my voice as low and dangerous as I can manage.

They both laugh at...