Lina

I am officially, catastrophically pissed at Rhys.

Not mildly annoyed. Not confused-with-a-side-of-irritated. No—this is the deep, simmering kind of anger that coils low in my gut and makes my inner Lycan pace like it’s looking for something to bite.

The worst part is I can’t figure out why. He does owe me anything but…

He thinks he can tell us what to do, my Lycan mutters. Yet he lies.

That about sums it up.

We lied to, I say, trying to find a way to decipher these emotions whirling inside me.

We survived, she counters.

Maybe he was, too. Curses, I know he was.

He was never abandoned like...