Chapter 8

• Pain permeated Kiara’s body at the slam, but her eyes held a glint of resilience as she matched Devon’s deadly glare. “In this room, and within the borders of this pack… I am in charge. I have let you act out, but game time is over and now, I am going to ask you questions and you are to make sure to give me answers. Is that clear?”
• Instead of giving a response, Kiara sealed her lips shut and just continued glaring at him. Devon picked on that she might refuse to give him any response, but he went ahead to question her either way.
• “Your name is Kiara Sorde, what pack were you a part of before you were made a rogue?” he released his hand that was wrapped around her throat and leaned against the table. Kiara reached out and gently massaged her neck, clearing her throat in the process. Once she confirmed her neck and throat were okay, she threw her face away from him and kept mute.