TWENTY-FOUR

"I won't do it!" I exclaimed but Kade all but dragged me to the pack's clinic. "I told you already that I won't help your pack!" I screamed as he drove but he said nothing. His jaw ticked and his anger made me flinch but I refused to back down.

Not only did he put me on twenty-four hours of surveillance to make sure I never escaped the pack, he was now going to force me to use my gift to help the people who had been nothing but cruel to me all my life. The last thing I wanted to do was help people who would never help me.

"I'd rather die –" I started to say but he cut me off with a snarl.

"Shut up a minute." My mouth snapped shut at the command. "You're giving me a headache with your tantrum," he said. A headache? I wanted him to suffer more than a headache!

We got to the hospital and a warrior opened the car door for me to get out. Kade held my hand and led me to the office of the director of the clinic. He was a stout man with beady eyes and a perpetual frown. I remembered when Kade