Chapter 11

• Murmurs skittered around the auditorium like nervous moths. No one wanted to admit it — the Blood Moon pack had come for our pack. Of course they had. Greed bled from that name like a smell you couldn’t wash off. The only question I could think to ask their Alpha was simple and stupid and loud in my head: Why me?
• Marley’s smile was a knife dressed as silk. “And how exactly are we going to show them they chose wrong, my love?” she purred.
• Her sweetness made bile rise in my throat.