Chapter Thirty-Two
Trina’s POV
Anne’s looks are dangerous and at the same time, mischievous, like she has been waiting for this moment since she figured out Logan isn’t going to back down on his decision of letting me stay back in the packhouse. A sinister sneer hangs on her lips as she regards me with the most condescending stare ever like I am never and will never be up to her. It is so ironic, as given the situation of things, she is the one who can never be compared to me.
My mother always tells me that the one thing more frightening than the powers of a person of authority is the one who seeks to destroy that power, with nothing to lose. It is my position in the Black Stone Pack as I stand there, my head hanging meekly. I see when Logan looks at me. I understand that he thinks I am
