EMMA
FEW YEARS AGO
The gate groaned shut behind me with a sound that echoed like a verdict cold, final, and inescapable.
Everything was so annoying to me, my heart shattered from the realization of the pain. I had caused myself.
I made him hate tonight, I knew how he hated lies, how he lathes betrayals.
But I had just turned myself into one of those people he hated so much.
I barely took two steps into the courtyard before a shadow peeled itself from the darkness. Xander.
(I feel like punching every single life out of him,) Beena's sharp voice muttered under her breath, ready to attack.
She isn't the calm wolf we have the Gamma blood in us, so we hardly get controlled.
He emerged slowly, like a nightmare finding form, that smug tilt to his mouth already waiting to mock the hollow ache in my chest.
"Has he gone already?" he asked softly, mockingly, as if the question didn't carve into my soul.
