“YOU THINK I’D HAND over my true name? Amateur hour.” Marina’s words were light, but her heel ground into my bones. “That was an impersonation, little wolf. If you’d paid any attention to your sister, you would have realized I wasn’t her teacher. Too bad you don’t listen to her prattle.”
Harper didn’t prattle. But, yeah, sometimes she exploded into words that flowed over and around me. The fact I’d failed as a guardian stung as much as Marina’s foot crushing my hand.
I tried to cling to what was important, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t hold tight to faith that I was a proper guardian to my sister. Couldn’t hold onto the salt shaker either. Instead, it spun away from both of us, my final weapon lost.
My final weapon...but I had three allies behind me. I heard the faintest shuffling of werewol
