His words cut deeper than any blade. My lips trembled, but no words came out. What could I say? He was right. Gloria, my parents, my pack—none of them deserved this. And I—what was I? A weakling. A disgrace. My sister had died saving me when it should have been the other way around.
Lucas's hand gripped my arm, hauling me to my feet. "You don't get to die here," he said, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You'll come with me. And you'll pay for what happened today."
I didn't fight him. What was the point? I had nothing left. As his warriors took me away, my mind whispered to me, a bitter, broken thought. If I had known it would come to this, I would have prayed to die instead, I should have been the one to die, not her. Not Gloria.
But fate had other plans. And I was about to face them, whether I wanted to or not.
Nadia'S POV
It had been weeks—maybe months—since I’d arrived at the Lockheart Pack. Days passed like a never-ending cycle of torment and exhaustion. I didn’t have a place among these wolves. I was neither friend nor foe. I was less than the dirt beneath their boots, and they made sure I knew it every single day.