Damian and Brielle were about to form a sacred bond. The whole pack was buzzing about it—newspapers splashed their faces everywhere, and with the Wolfe pack's deep pockets, they'd practically bought out every screen in every pack to announce the news.
I told myself this was good. Even if Brielle had stolen the credit for saving Damian, he must love her. They'd be happy, their bond strong and full of promise. His life would finally get back on track, heading toward a bright future.
As for me? It was time to die.
I cleaned myself up and left, but I hadn't gotten far when someone grabbed me from behind, pressing a cloth over my face. Everything went black.
When I came to, I was bound, ropes cutting into my skin. And tied up next to me? Brielle.
Her face was streaked with tears, her fear
