Gus’ mocking laughter followed me down the hall. This had to be the right way. I could smell the stench of burning flesh coming from my cheek. I didn’t even want to think of what state I looked like I was in. Pretty sure Cya wouldn’t be referring to me as beautiful again anytime soon. I almost laughed, maybe after all this he wouldn’t want me to be his mate again.
“I smell misery,” Gus whispered from almost behind me.
“I’m not miserable. I’m just thinking.”
“Whatever you say, little wolf. Now please make another mistake, I want to brand more of you. When I’m through you’ll be my pet.”
“You fit right in with this sick pack.”
He chuckled. “The pack that your precious mates came from. Just think that if Mason had any sort of actual sense he would have picked Cya as the replacement alpha.
