The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
Should validate the hours I've spent studying, preparing, trying to prove myself worthy of a voice in pack decisions.
Instead, I find myself wondering if Garrett thought the same thing. If he noticed. If he cared.
Stop it.
"Actually," I say, needing to talk about something, anything else, "I'm thinking about volunteering for the mission. To track the wraith."
Damon's expression shifts immediately. "What? No. Iris, that's—"
"Dangerous. I know." I pull my hand from his, frustration bubbling up again. "Everyone keeps telling me how dangerous everything is. But I have abilities that could actually help. My shields—"