“Kyvain’s wolf, the alpha’s son, chose the outcast,” someone else whispers.
No.
No. No. No. No.
The big innocent eyes of the raven-haired wolf look up at me. Bea looks at me with a new kind of pain and hurt.
Her mate… chose me.
I shake my head hard.
A whimper crawls over my lips, but I can’t say a word to my friend. My best friend. Myonlyfriend.
I step away from Kyvain. One foot after the other, I move through the crowd that hisses and whispers. Aric and Latham are nowhere to be found now that there are too many people surrounding us, but I feel them nearby all the same like guardian angels.
The crowd parts like I’m a leper, and they let me go.
Until Kyvain’s wolf becomes a bigger asshole than himself.
The wolf strides toward me. I know what he wants.
He said it himself. He wanted to make me his whore. I just don’t think he anticipated his wolf making me its mate. But I know he’ll take what he wants regardless.
My wolf snarls. Magic blooms through me, and then I’m running. My feet move at a pounding rhythm that seems faster than the beating of my heart. My wolf wants to turn around and rip him to shreds, but I just can’t allow her to do that.
I can’t kill him.
A growl of disagreement snarls up my throat. She’s furious I’m running away, saving her from the tortuous death our pack would give us if I let her kill him.
Every prickle of sound stings my ears. I hear their war cries. The alpha calls out for someone to capture the woman who harmed his son.
He clearly doesn’t know his son is hell-bent on doing that himself. A barking command sounds somewhere just behind me, but I don’t pause for a single second to look back at my tormentor. The pavement is slick as the grassy land disappears, and I come to the intersection of the town square.
A white light shines up ahead, and the doors to the school are haloed just beneath the bright lamp.
Shit.
I look to the right and left, but cottages surround us. Homes and families and maybe even small children may be inside by now.
I can’t bring a dog fight into someone’s fucking living room.
Once more, my wolf grunts in disagreement.
I mentally roll my eyes at her fuck-all nature.
My paws pound over the icy road and up the small front steps, and I take the deepest breath just before the enormous white wolf of mine launches herself through a solid sheet of glass. The door shatters around me, debris raining down across my fur.
But I keep on going.
A clatter of sound tells me Kyvain is hot on my tail, and there’s the smallest part of me that’s ready to let my beast turn and confront him just like she wants to.
I just… I can’t kill him. I can’t kill someone. I can’t do it.
Dark tile floors shine in the densely dark hall. I hear his nails clicking closer and closer. Sharp claws sink into my back. Magic roars to life inside me, and it sparks so violently it blows out in waves. A shattering of glass crackles to the floor on all sides. Papers and pens fall around me. Assignments drift through the shadowy hallway.
Because my wolf stops dead in her tracks to look upon the man who dares dishonor her.
Easy girl,I coo thoughtlessly.
