Zuriel’s P.O.V.

It was 9:00am on the clock, and three miscalls from Henry’s number didn’t convince me to leave my room. I was sitting frozen on my bed, deep in my thoughts.

My face was hurting like a hell, the sting of Evelyn’s slap was still fresh on my cheek.

“How can a weak human girl like Evelyn hit me like a she-hulk?”

I got up and checked my reflection in the mirror, my face was swollen red, a complete hand was carved over it.

“What the heck?”

As an Alpha of the Zellburry Pack, how could I go out and face my Pack mates like this? The horror of...