Carleigh snorted, backing up until the light bathed her golden hair. She peered up, smiling as someone else jumped down into the container, staring at me. I met Lucas's stare as he took in the way she'd strung me up in razor wire, positioned to slice through me when my legs gave out.
"Darren called. He'll be back in a week. He won't be happy that she's dead," he disclosed, staring down at the tattered gown I wore. "I should have seen it earlier. I didn't want to believe them, but you are sick as f**k, Lyra. You made us all think you were one of us, and this is what you did to our orphans? Did you plan to do this to Cora's son? Sell him off to feed the pack? They'll never trust you again after they watched the new alpha loading children you and your father brought here into those helicopte
