Elliot’s P.O.V.
I couldn’t even begin to describe the sweet, sweet feeling of vindication at seeing that rat-bastard Yancy turned into one of us. But oh, was it hard for me not to rip his throat out when he did eventually make contact. After all, he’d been the one to sink that needle into my neck that stunted my transformation and locked me off from my wolf. It was only fitting that he be damned to suffer such a fate.
But at the same time, it was annoying as all hell that all of this came back down on his granddaughter. That b***h had her hands in more pies than I could count, and I don’t even think she knew it. And that only made me hate her more. Vira had been handed everything that any wolf could ever hope for. A devoted pack, a Goddess-given mate, and a chance at a happy life. All of
