Ella's POV
As if something had just occurred to him, Damien smirked.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about your secret admirer, Nathan Locke. He's a lawyer, isn't he? Of course he'd be happy to represent you. But I'll report the two of you to the Werewolf Council. I'll tell them he's been in love with you for years—that's an undeniable conflict of interest. No way they'll let him serve as your attorney."
I tightened my hands into fists at my sides.
"Damien, don't go too far!"
"See? This is who I really am," Damien said. "Welcome to the actual, brutal werewolf world, sweetheart. I hope all those years being sheltered in the pack didn't leave you as naive as a five-year-old."
A chill ran through me. Had everything I'd done lately been for nothing? None of it brought me any closer to freedom
