Harper’s POV
One of the doctors mutters something beneath their breath, but I ignore them and continue to walk away.
Before I can get five steps, a hand lands on my shoulder and yanks me back. A burning pain sears my skin where the man touches the invisible mark, and I bite back a groan. The pain had been less present today, but I should’ve known it wasn’t gone.
I’m not that lucky.
“That little cripple bitch,” he growls, “I called out to you. Didn’t you hear me?”
Spinning, I break out of the man’s hold just in time for another man to step forward, sneering, “Forcibly deprived of her wolf by her own father, a disgrace like that can heal?”
I don’t dignify his words with a response, so he throws his hands into my face, using sign language to insult me.
“Wolfless bitch.”
“Coward,” I growl, dodging his hands when he tries to grab at me. I shove the heel of my palm into his neck and push him back, pinning him to the wall. The men around me gasp and freeze as if they didn’t expect me to figh
