He pulled out his phone, his eyes dark with intent. “That’s right. So, are you going to apologize or not?”
His words cut like a silver blade. I had already lost hope in Scott, but this—this was a betrayal so deep it left me breathless. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my wolf, trapped inside me due to my father’s refusal to let me transform, howled in agony. She was a prisoner in her own body, just like me.
For a moment, Scott’s expression softened as he saw my tears. Was it possible that his wolf could feel its mate’s suffering? I can't even hear my own wolf. But before he could say anything, Winona, standing smugly beside him, cut in.
“Why are you faking your tears? I don't understand this manipulation,” she said, her voice icy. “I didn’t dig up your pack’s grave!”
With a dismissive wave, she ordered the wolfguards behind me, “Continue your work. Let my baby rest in peace already.”
The two wolfguards released me and turned back to their work. I couldn’t let them desecrate my mother’s resting place any further. My hands shook with rage as I stepped forward.
“Are you done?!” Scott snarled, grabbing me roughly by the arm and shoving me aside.