Selene's Point of view

I never imagined it would get this bad. I had always recognized the stink of desperation in other people—weakness masquerading as resolve, begging masquerading as argument. I had previously used it against others, playing on their insecurities. It stuck to me like perfume now.

My hands were clenched into fists to prevent them from shaking as I stood outside the room. The packhouse was still recuperating from the struggle that had put Marcus back in charge, so the hallway was quieter than normal. Without even looking at me, wolves passed by, some muttering to themselves and others acting as though I didn't exist.

It was worse...