AMIRA
I thought I couldn’t hate Phoenix more than I already did, but I was wrong. Back then, I hated him; now, I despise him. I loathe him and everything about his existence.
Glaring at the man standing before me, I wondered just how deep my pen would go if I stabbed him with it. "Have you lost your mind?" I demanded, my voice dripping with venom.
"I said nothing wrong," he argued, a smug smile playing on his lips. "The Alpha is never going to wake up, and you know it."
"The only thing I know right now is that you have lost your mind," I spat back. "That man you wish dead picked you up when he could have passed judgment on you as a rogue. He turned you into his son so other wolves and the entire pack could respect you, and this is how you repay him?"
Phoenix's smile faltered slightly
