Jace
Four weeks of silence. Four weeks of painstaking work to get myself back in shape. Four weeks of having to depend on others for basic things.
Torture.
Lucas was away on business, carrying out the plans I had given him, and I could see his progress. Word traveled fast among us werewolves, and it was very clear that the Lycans’ discord had become even more pronounced in recent times. Music to my ears.
When I finished with them, they would all understand what it meant to know only pain.
Carina remained by my side, hanging on to my sleeves like a defenseless puppy. Her status had been lost the moment it was discovered that she wasn't the person in the prophecy we were looking for. She was just an unfortunate girl that didn't have a wolf. Weak.
But I had to admit, she did have her uses. Her doting made things easy for me, because she was so eager to please, and desperate to remain in my good graces. She cooked, she cleaned, every single thing she felt would get me to be a little kin
