After her fated mate rejects her and her pack erases every trace of her existence, a werewolf is left with nothing but the memory of their betrayal. She returns determined to make those who cast her out answer for what they did.
I still can't explain. A voice woke me at 11.03 p.m., singing inside my skull. Happy birthday, Rind. You're a week early. No, sweetheart. You were born a week late. They've been celebrating the wrong day your entire life. By sunrise, my family will have a house with an empty room in it. It'll take them seven more days to notice.
Let me tell you how a girl disappears inside a packhouse with 41 wolves in it, slowly, then all at Month one, I still fought. I ambushed my mother outside her study and made my voice bright and easy, the way she likes it. Mom, can we do our Sunday? Just us.
Spa, terrible movies, that greasy diner you pretend you hate? Since I was nine, one day a week had belonged to me. She used to write down everything I said. Every color, every song, every stupid opinion.
That's how she knew about the indigo. I'm busy. She said already walking. I asked her 12 times over three months I have the count in my phone because I'm the kind of broken that keeps receipts then she stopped answering at Month two I gave up on my brothers Declan who taught me to fight dirty who let me sleep on his floor after nightmares
Physically moved me out of a doorway with two hands on my shoulders like furniture and kept Month three my training stopped when I asked why he looked at the floor and said orders miss Hale Miss Hale.