Vera's POV
Strength is not always about physical power.
Sometimes, it's also about mental strength as well.
And this strength is called endurance.
Looking around, I see pack members and elders held captive by the rogues. Kneeling with hands tied behind their backs and the rogues' swords ready to kill them.
Their eyes set on us, or rather Benjamin, waiting for his order to kill.
I stare at Benjamin's smirking face and genuinely speaking. I don't feel anything except disgust. I was disgusted at his mentality.
How sick can a man be?
His nose touched my cheek, making me close my eyes and clench my fists.
His words built a storm of rage inside me.
"Spent all your life saving those pathetic women."
He knows who I am. Yet he didn't do anything to announce it. He was enjoying this game
