VIOLET’S POV

Of all the places my legs wanted to go to, my room was the last of it. Nothing about the space there was enough to want me stay in there.

I was fuming with anger and if I were to be monitored, it was sure to be seen that I was boiling inside. “Deep breaths, Vi.” My wolf started to say but how could I when my chest was heaving with short ones.

“Did you see what she was doing?” Of course she saw. She wasn’t blind. “I don’t know why they could never just push her away. And the fact that he chose to care for her...