Sierra’s POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers tracing the handle of the knife hidden beneath my pillow. The cool metal sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine.

Everything was falling into place.

I stood and walked toward the window, a small smile playing on my lips. Soon, everything I had suffered through—all the humiliation, the pain, the betrayal—would be avenged. Soon, I would no longer have to endure the sight of Emily holding what should have been mine.

Drake. The pack. The life I deserved.

I reached into the drawer of my nightstand, pulling out the knife that had been my silent companion for...