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Zoey“Do it!”“End her!”“Kill the fucking freak! Do it, Dex!”I manage to pry one of my eyes open, and the glow I sensed from behind my eyelids only gets brighter. I flinch away from it, which seems funny. Why am I flinching away from a glaring light when my entire body is wracked with agonizing pain?The moon has never been this bright, like a spotlight shining down on me. The light is beautiful and silvery, and the moon itself glows like a pearl up there.But wait. That can’t be true. Even now, bloody and hurting from head to toe and surrounded by wolves who want me dead, I know it’s impossible. It’s the new moon. The sky is dark except for the stars—it was when I was down at the lake. So why do I see a bright, shining moon up there?It would be so easy to give up, to give in. Why am I alive anyway? All life has ever brought me is pain and loneliness. It’s not like I was ever going to belong anywhere. It would be so easy to end it all. Yet here I am, still conscious when I have no

Wesley A wave of energy radiates from her and shoots out in all directions. It’s like a nuclear blast, knocking down everything in its way. The cots that were so evenly lined up across the room fly in all directions, hitting the walls and ceiling before crashing back down on the floor as Falcon and I, and the other wolves, are thrown across the room, slamming into the walls. There’s screaming, the snapping and crunching of bones, and the clanging of metal twisted in the force of the blast.When parts of the ceiling start to fall, I know we have to get out of here. I jump over the bodies of two fallen wolves—injured, not killed—and grab Falcon by the scruff of his neck. He’s dazed and slightly wounded, and I end up having to drag him out of the room. I want to look back at her to see what she’s doing and how she’s reacting, but I also value my life. And my idiot twin’s.It isn’t until I manage to open one of the doors by throwing myself at it and dragging him outside that the fresh ai

ZoeySasha’s waiting for me by the door and gives me a reassuring nod. “You look much better.”“The tea helped.”Now that she mentions it, I do remember what happened to my wolf. That sense of finding who made me complete. My future. My everything. The place where I belonged.And then the soul-crushing rejection when he broke whatever was connecting us. He rejected me. My mate rejected me without flinching, and my wolf shattered. “Everything went dark after he did it.”“Remember one thing, if nothing else: tell no one.” She holds my gaze, staring intensely into my eyes. “No one. Do you understand?”“I understand.”“Okay. Now, you have to go. They’re waiting for you in the meeting hall.” I wish she would give me a single encouraging word, but she says nothing, only leading me out of the room by one hand before giving me a gentle but firm nudge.I have no choice but to go.One thing I notice is silence. The same silence I noticed when I left my room. Closed doors. They’re all afraid of

ZoeyStupid. So fucking stupid. How could I be so stupid? Why did I do that? Did it feel good? Sure, but was it the stupidest thing I could have done? Absolutely.And now I’m running, actually more like flying, down the stairs and out the door. I have to get away, but I don’t know where to go. At least I know the area better than he does, which gives me a slight advantage. Unfortunately, he’s not the only thing I have to worry about. Once his pack finds out I attacked him, that’s it. It’s over. I just started a war.In my panic, I start for the lake, hoping to hide in the Forest, but what good will that do? I have to come out eventually if I’m not found. And all that will do is make me look guiltier.But I can’t let him get a hold of me. He was going to kill me back there, I know he was, and I had to do something about it. I doubt claiming self-defense is going to count for much once Connor finds out. Of all the people for me to stab, it would be the son of the alpha.It didn’t kill h

Wesley She’s in the vestibule, about to open the second door and step outside, when I stop her, pushing her up against the wall instead. “What are you doing?” she demands, shoving at me. It doesn’t do any good. I’m not about to let go of her, and I’m a mountain of a man, so I doubt she’ll be able to move.“I’m making sure you keep your mouth shut,” I whisper, pinning her in place with my body. A body that wants her with every single cell and every drop of blood pumping through it. My lips are almost touching hers; the only thing holding me back is the fact that I want to drive a knife into her neck almost as much as my dick into her heat.Her voice comes out broken, breathless, and needy, almost a caress on my skin. “And if I don’t?”She has no idea what she’s doing, challenging me like this. It isn’t her inexperience or naivete. It’s her, her nature crashing against my nature, making it impossible for me to do anything but want to claim her. To conquer her, to shut her up once and f