n P

didn't waste another second. I grabbed my trench coat off the arm of the sofa,

Manhattan. I hailed a yellow cab at the intersection and gave the driver the address of the Pack Hea

-black off-road SUV was already idling in the no-parking zone. Amir leaned against the driver's door, his

raw cut across the back of my hand. Pure fury twisted his features, an

this to you? I'm going in t

eeve, my voice low and car

scene here. Come inside with

e bright marble lobby of the clinic and took the elevator up to the VIP ward floor. Just as we s

me, then let out an exa

't even heal a scratch? What's the matter, finally scared of

blooded heiress of the White Pack, she deliberately released a weak wave of bloo

ft my eyelids. To a purebred royal White Wolf, her pa

in front of me, shielding my body a

you idiot. You have no fucking cl

re, nearly spilling her coffee. Humiliation quickly flus

's nothing but a useless piece of trash

re from his throat as he pointed a shaking finger right

ins is something filthy mutts like

e supreme Rivers Pack, my hand shot out. My fingers clamped around his

m and cast a freezi

't up for a bark

Blair stomping her feet and cursing behind us. When we reached an emp

al Rejection ceremony is over, my White Wolf scent stays locked