TESSA
Zaria’s grip was iron around my arm as she dragged me out of the clinic, her nails biting into my skin with the intent to leave scars. I stumbled along, trying to keep my balance, the floor seeming to spin with every step. Behind us, Dr. Cross’s voice thundered, echoing down the hall.
“Be careful!” he exclaimed. “She’s still recovering from her injuries.”
Zaria turned around with a glare. “A murderer shouldn’t be handled well.”
Her words pierced deeper than the grip on my arm. A murderer. Was that truly all I was now?
I heard the shuffle of boots as the other wolves held Dr. Cross down, suppressing his protests. His voice grew distant until it was gone.
The air outside slapped cold against my face as Zaria shoved me forward. I tripped, my knees hitting the ground before I stea
