A few hours later, everything went back to normal. Daphne’s sobriety didn’t last long either.
I should have known better than to fall for her kindness.
I shouldn’t have trusted Crane either.
Shouldn’t have fallen for it. Fallen for her.
She used me.
Tricked me.
The same way Daphne used to.
I pushed her pain away and kept moving, stalking forward, refusing to look back.
I couldn’t let her manipulate me again.
A rustle behind me made me turn.
A flash of orange darted through the trees.
Little Bird had shifted.
Her wolf locked on me.
Jaws wide. Teeth sharp.
“Stop!” I barked.
Didn’t want to hurt her.
She didn’t listen. Kept coming. Fast. Fierce.
Angry. Hurt. Ready to attack.
I braced as she leapt, prepared for teeth and impact.
But she missed me.
Shot right past me.
Before I could make sense of it, she collidedwith something.
A direworg.
Teeth and claws.
Blood spraying.
I tried to reach her, but another one hit me.
Its teeth sank into my bicep.
Claws hooked into the wound on my torso.
Ripping open one that was nearly healed.
Couldn't feel pain, only adrenaline.
