Clinton's POV
“So,” Chris says, tilting his head slightly, his lips curling into something that looks too close to amusement, “are you saying you're willing to die for a mere human talisman?”
A mere human talisman.
The words don’t just annoy me. They burn. He says it like she’s nothing. Like she already belongs to them.
I don’t even look at him again. If I do, I might kill him right here.
Instead, I turn back to his father…the Alpha. The real threat. “My father will never agree to this.”
“I know,” the Alpha says quietly, his eyes locked on mine as if he’s trying to break into my head. “That’s why you’re here…to make it possible.”
These people… they’ve lost their minds.
Werewolves don’t just wake up one day and decide to steal another pack’s talisman.
Before a human becomes a tali
