Summer
I landed on the concrete floor with a thud. My head bounced off the ground and met Blake’s blue eyed gaze. Conner closed the door behind him. That bastard, I shouldn’t have thought I could trust him.
“Summer, I’ve thought about you for months,” Blake began.
“So have I. I can’t say they were good thoughts.”
Liquid rolled down the side of my head. I touched the liquid. It was blood.
“Look at that you can’t heal yourself anymore. How tragic,” Blake smiled.
“Because of you!” I yelled.
“Shut up,” he scowled.
“I bet Blake didn’t tell you that, did he?” I looked at Conner.
Conner held my stare and lifted his chin. “He’s the Alpha and his word is the law and everything he said about you is the truth.”
“What did he say?” I rasped.
“That you deserve to die!” Conner lurched forward.
