Exile - 15

Anger flared in me, hot and burning at that thought. I was the daughter of Alpha Gregory Finch of the Willow Pond Pack. I was not weak, nor was I a toy to be with how people saw fit. Pure adrenaline flooded my veins and with a growl, I tapped into my wolf for an extra push of strength. I reached back, grabbing Flinn’s hair by the handfuls, and pulled it all out. He made a pained cry and loosened his arm enough that I could face him.

I jerked my knee as hard, hitting him right in the sweet spot. Flinn crumpled to the floor. I tried to tell him to go screw himself by at the attempt as pain stabbed through my throat, and no sound came out. Instead, I glowered down at him and Michael before stomping out of the room. I didn’t know where I was going, but I wanted to be away from them both. I was done with men!

Instead of going to the medical wing, I decid