Trevor’s POV
A thorn.
That word hasn’t been in my vocabulary for so long, but in the last few days, it has been used more times than I can count, and it’s all because of her. My mate, Sireen.
The name drags a rake through my brain as I think about it, and it leaves a bitter aftertaste.
I don’t want to think that I can be capable of hate, but I’m coming close with how much her very being has wrecked my existence since she came around, and I don’t even mean when I found out she was shoved into my life by the moon goddess. I mean when I found out she was there with my Kylie on the day of the attack and did nothing to stop it.
If she had been a true werewolf and done something different, anything, Kylie would probably be in my arms now, and I wouldn’t be battling the earthquake inside me
