Unknown P.O.V.
“I don’t care if you have to rip that entire building apart!” I roared into my cell phone, the screen scratched and cracked in places from my claws. I could hear Brianna on the other end sighing. The same damned attitude that her mother had. I let a snarl hold in my chest until I heard a door close on the other end of the line. “Find me that f*****g book!”
When Brianna hung up the phone, I groaned and lobbed my phone at the tattered pile of cushions that tried to pass as a sofa. We were living in squalor compared to the run-of-the-mill rogues and lone wolves. Each of us in this circle had been held against our will for crimes against our packs, and then loosed on the world without access to our wolves, trapped in this ghastly beast form that was just a mockery of our forme
