Rory's POV
I shut my eyes as I thought it was over.
I thought I was about to be torn apart, right there behind the science building, with all those eyes watching.
God, Briar was going to kill me.
I knew it and maybe… maybe I wanted her to.
At least then, it would all stop. The pressure. The stares. The weight of not knowing who the hell I was supposed to be in this world full of wolves.
But instead of claws ripping into me, I heard something else.
A voice. No, not a voice. A sound. Inside my head.
Low. Deep. Animalistic.
[“Her blood will be satisfying… suck her dry.”]
My eyes snapped open. What. The. Hell? I looked around but nothing. No one had said that. Not out loud.
It was in my head but it wasn’t my voice. It wasn’t me.
It was deadly. Something that didn’t care about rule
