After her fated mate rejects her, a werewolf is stripped of her place and memory by the pack that once claimed her. She returns transformed into something far more dangerous, determined to make every one of them answer for what they did.
Because you're not the first. Give them one chance, one dinner. Sit at that table and let me look at them. If I'm wrong about what I'm seeing, you can spend the rest of your life hating
So I put on a clean shirt and walked into my family's dining room for the first time in four Here's the part that finished me. The housekeeper set a plate in front of me, and she wasn't surprised. Not a blink.
My father came in on a call. My mother came in with three binders. My brothers came in arguing about fabric samples of all the stupid things, and then all three of them went aduptly, unnaturally quiet,
and started tapping at their phones. Three wolves who share a mind link, sitting at one table, texting. Because they'd cut me out of the link, and they'd stopped speaking out loud. I ate every bite. I don't know why.
Maybe I wanted to be able to say I gave them the whole hour. At minute 58, my mother looked up, right at me.