LEAH’S POV
"Please, Asher!" I had sobbed, holding up my bare hands, helplessly. "Don't do this!"
"Shut up and take it! It’s what you get for always going after Willow!" he shouted, raising his fist.
So, in my blind fear, I tried to run away from the center of the room. I stayed close to the wall, trying to make myself as small as possible, trying desperately not to draw anyone's attention as I dragged my feet toward the back exit.
That was when I crossed paths with Uriel Thorne.
I wouldn't call Uriel cruel in the way Asher is cruel. He doesn't go out of his way to torment people for fun. He doesn't smile when he inflicts pain, and he doesn't care about petty pack grudges.
He doesn't set out to be cruel, but he is fundamentally, naturally cruel, but his apathy is supreme. To Uriel,
