Clementine
I stormed home, my whole body seething with anger. What was I thinking by getting involved with Theo? I knew it would crash and burn. I’m not owned by anybody, not Theo, not Quinn and certainly not this pack. I began packing my bag with some essentials which would put me on for a few days until I found another pack.
‘Girl you are. Technically, we are owned by Quinn and now we are escaping so that we can be fed to the rogues. Isn’t that just great?’ Tine piped up.
I’d had enough. I screamed and screamed and screamed. I wanted all that pent-up anger, all the heartbreak, the misguided loyalty and the pain to fly away.
There was banging, crashing, arguing and the sound of male voices. The smell of oranges and everything was hazy and I felt dizzy and then there were three men
