Katie's POV
Fury spammed through me like it was a part of me. The wave of its hear spread across my body like sparks of a motorcycle skittering across dry grounds.
By the time I was done lacing my boots, I could already smell the stale air. The reason for my fury.
Draven and Allene.
Every rogue wolf was talking. Everyone was talking about it.
I moved through the corridors with my chin lifted and my spine straight, refusing to acknowledge the whispers that slithered after me like shadows. They spoke softly when I passed, but not softly enough. I heard my name often in the gist but I heard hers more.
I dressed in silence, choosing my combat gear with care. Black reinforced pants. A fitted vest. Gloves that molded to my hands like a second skin.. Every buckle tightened was a reminder
