"Leftovers, that's what you are! Get that through your thin-molded skull," Higan’s voice was gruff and serrated as his words gutted me open.
My gloves had frozen solid from my nerves exploding, I couldn't even try to defend myself with them in the way. I desperately wanted to freeze his hands off, to get him off me but I was stuck tight between his hold.
His grip on my arms was anything but gentle as his fingers pressed deep enough to bruise and it did. My skin stung under the fabric of my sweater. I winced out loud, grimacing from the growing pain.
I tried to find my voice, to tell him off but my words fell apart on my tongue. It lacked the spine I wanted to display.
Yet, a strange form of violence was brewing in my blood. I recognized the rage. It was my wolf's. She was pushing for c
