I left the storeroom with my head heavy and my heart beating louder than a drum. The priestess’s antidote was in my hand, tucked carefully inside a small box I had grabbed from my room. My fingers shook as I wrapped it, as if the tiny bottle held the weight of the world. How could Alpha Johnson tell me to throw it away? How could he order me to erase the one chance Nora had to survive?
No matter what he said, no matter the consequences, I could never do it. Not in this life. Never.
Nora deserved to live.
I hid the small box beneath my bed, then sat on the edge of it with my head buried in my hands. The day dragged on, every second biting at me, every moment reminding me that she was locked in that cold storeroom, still trapped in her wolf form, still weak. I couldn’t stay away. By noon,
