ANNABEL’S POV
The worst thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. But was Smith ever a friend or a foe?
He never liked me from the beginning, but as I lay on the ground, blood seeping into the grass, I couldn't help but wonder why he did it. The darkness in his eyes was unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the pack member I once knew.
Struggling to stay conscious, I mustered the strength to speak. "Did you start the rebellion against werewolves?" It was a doubt that lingered in my mind. Why would a werewolf turn against his own kind?
Smith stood over me, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "The rebellion was necessary. Our kind has grown weak under your leadership, and I won't let sentimentality cloud my judgment."
I winced, pain shooting through my body. "You were a
