Delaney

I could feel the dumbness in the air, a coldness inside, coupled with heat crawling beneath my skin. Sweat droplets covered my skin, despite the fact that I was shivering. My wolf was scratching, pacing, switching between whimpers and growls, and not because of the broken mate bond or Nyra's and my mom's betrayal, but something else, something that crawled in the back of my mind, something that made my heart palpitate every few minutes.

"Look at her, barely breathing, and yet they call her the red wolf," Rick mocked, after hours of beating me up, slap after slap.

"Red wolf my foot." Carter scoffed. "Without her magic, she...