JESSICA'S POV
The slap cracks across my cheek, sharp and sudden. My head snaps to the side. Heat blooms instantly, a stinging fire on my skin. I don't make a sound. I just stand there, my eyes on the gravel path, following the rules. Don't reply. Don't engage. Don't make them angry.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, you little b***h," the girl in red snarls. She grabs my chin, her nails digging in, and forces my face up. Her eyes are a flickering gold. "You think silence makes you better? It makes you weak. I can't even smell a wolf on you. You're just a human whore."
Her friend, the blonde, circles me. "How'd you do it, huh? What little trick did you use to get the Hales to bring a stray like you here?"
I keep my mouth shut. My heart is a frantic bird in a cage. Just take it. Just
