Luther will understand me.
I paced around the room, the cuff on my wrist biting into my skin as I tugged against it, frustration bubbling in my chest. Colt was gone, off to get him, and my thoughts spiraled. Luther will get where I’m coming from. He has to. I’m not asking for much.
I knew the guys meant well, but this wasn’t their fight. They didn’t realize how serious this had become. I wasn’t worth it—this mess with Conan, the pack, the full moon. It would get them killed if they kept pushing.
I pulled at the cuff again, wincing. My whole body ached from Ashton’s earlier punishment, but my mind was too clouded with anger to care. Luther would listen to me. He had to. He loved the guys more than I did—he would stop this madness before it was too late.
The door creaked open, and my hea
