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've been asleep. I'm not anymore. Then something strange happened. I felt less alone than I had in a year.
A voice in my head was better company than five people who share my blood. Nyx isn't a fantasy. I need you to understand that. By the second night, I could hear the housekeeper's radio from 400 yards through two
The groundskeeper walked past, and I heard, clear as a bell, Poor kid. Nobody's fed that girl in months, and he never opened his mouth. Hearing that, I nearly threw up. It settles by the end of the first week. It always does.
How would you know? 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.