I felt rage surge through my body as a snarl marred my lips. "Blake, what is going on?" I demanded. My hands were trembling. Damien rested his hand on my shoulder, but I wretched away from him. "What are you doing with her?" I screamed.
I didn't care who heard me. Humans. Other wolves. Other vampires. Witches. Fey. None of that mattered to me. The rage that was filling me was physically painful. Had I really gone through everything I had these past few months for a man that was, what, actually on the side of our enemy? Had he been in on this the whole time? Was even the poisoning staged? I didn't think that anyone would be a big enough i***t to poison themselves, but maybe he was. How well did I really know him? I felt another scream eager to rip from my throat, but I bit my tongue to kee
