“Who said I was your friend?” I whispered, staring at the glass. “I am her mate, Liam. You can’t change that. I’ll wait till she’s eighteen. I’m not a pedophile.” I stood and placed the glass on the table.

He shot up, standing between me and the door.

“You don’t understand.” His voice cracked. “The Pure Bloodline Pack... it’s not for someone like Wendy. Not someone so soft. I’ve heard things about you. You kill people. Hang their bodies out like decorations. Torture to cope with grief. You’re not... normal. I don’t want her in that kind of darkness.”

“Darkness?” My eyes flared red with the rage beneath my skin....