Sloane’s POV
Pain bursts through my skull as Judy slams my head onto the hardened earth, sitting on my chest. Tears fill my eyes, my teeth clack together, and a strangled gasp escapes me, but before I can recover, her hands tighten around my throat.
‘Moros!’ Zia calls for the alpha-to-be fruitlessly. We aren't part of the pack’s telepathy, so it’s in vain.
Judy’s nails bite into my flesh, and I grab her wrists, trying to pry her fingers loose, but she only presses harder, pinning me beneath her as she screams in my face.
“Die! Die! Die! I hate you! I have always hated you!” Spit lands on my cheek. “You think I'm leaving my pack? Never! You're the outsider, not me! YOU leave! In fact, leave this lifetime!”
‘Zia!’ Tears run down the sides of my eyes.
‘I'm here!’ My wolf's panic slams i
