Chapter 4

The days following Finnegan's revelation blurred together like watercolors in rain. My wolf grew stronger with each passing hour, her voice clearer in my mind than it had been in years. But with that strength came memories—fragments of a childhood I'd been forced to forget, pieces of myself that Trevor's manipulation had buried.

I was making my way down the main staircase of the pack house, moving carefully as my body still recovered from the poisoning, when I heard the sharp click of heels behind me.

"Well, if it isn't the pathetic little Omega," Brielle's voice dripped with false sweetness.…