His wolf whimpered and I pushed away. Standing, I watched as he tried to stand but collapsed, howling painfully.
Gritting my own teeth against the pain, I shifted back into me and stared down at him. A figure moved to my left and I jumped.
“Just me,” Willa said, and handed me something.
The flare gun.
Triumph surged through me as I raised the weapon, my aim locked on Morven. His wolf still hadn’t moved, pathetic.
“You know, I almost wish I could let you live,” I sneered, finger tightening on the trigger. “So you’d rot in the shame of knowing it was me who finally broke you. Me—the one you tried to crush, the one you spat on like I was nothing.”
My lips curved into a cold smile. “But I’m not alone anymore. I have wolves who see my worth. An alpha who respects me. And you? You have not
