CLARA’S POV
That night, he lay by my side in my room, quietly seething. His body lay taut with random spasms of anger.
Quinn was gone. He had fled the pack before anyone could say anything and I wasn’t certain how I was supposed to feel. A part of me was concerned while the other wanted to scream good riddance to bad rubbish.
There was no doubt in my mind that I hated Quinn. Oh goddess, I loathed the very air he took in but the omega in me just would not leave it at that. While Jake seethed, randomly murmuring things like ‘Should have punched him harder’ and ‘Should have slashed his throat’ and the most frequent; “f**k,” I worried about where he was. I shouldn’t have. He was a horrible person and I hope he fell into a ditch while escaping and was never found, but that was only a sm
