Chapter 3

Melanie.

“Melanie, where do you think you’re going?” Katelynn’s hand closed around my wrist before I could straighten up, and her nails sank into my skin while Kingston’s command still pressed against my mind painfully. “Kingston has bent over backwards for you, so don’t throw it back in his face. He returned for you. Why are you ungrateful?”

‘Stay.’ His voice pressed again, and my knees began to bend toward the floor the way they had bent so many times before, because for twelve years my wolf had been trained to hear that word and lie down.

Then Sable snarled…