KARA
Rage was a familiar companion, a constant hum in the background of my life. I'd felt its fiery grip many times—directed at my mother, at my worthless mate for his vile betrayal, and at the cruel injustice of the world. But nothing, nothing, could compare to the white hot fury that gripped me as I watched Thaddeus laugh with the little wolf. The little wolf seemed so free and unguarded, her beautiful eyes alight with happiness.
Then Thaddeus wrapped a casual arm around the little wolf, and I saw red.
Thea and Sparrow had burst into my path, their downward journey interrupted by my sudden appearance in the den. Now, Thea stood frozen, his expression a chilling blend of concern and guilt.
Appropriate. I now understood why they didn't want me to tag along with them, they didn't want
