The men’s laughter grew louder as they reminisced, their voices dripping with cruel nostalgia.
“You remember that blonde girl? The one who did nothing but cry all the time?”
Melody.
I kept my face carefully blank, lifting my mug to hide the storm raging behind my eyes.
Leo grinned widely. “Beautiful girl, but damn she stank of fear. Especially around me. What about you, Ash? You remember what she smelled like up close?”
Another man snorted. “Who cares what she smelled like? Remember that pack run when we”
They spoke about my fated mate like she had been nothing more than entertainment. A toy for them to break.
I smiled faintly, imagining tearing out every tongue in the room one by one. “What’s this about a pack run and a girl who cried?”
Leo eagerly launched into the story, jumping
