Sonya
The sound of my heels clicked sharply against the cracked pavement as I walked down the narrow street that led to the Silver Bite Restaurant.
It had been days since that humiliating scene. Days since she had thrown me across that restaurant like I was some rag doll.
Me. Sonya.
A trained she-wolf, born of one of the strongest warrior lines in my pack.
The shame of it still burned in my chest like acid. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, wide-eyed, stunned, yet… strong.
I hated that image.
It didn’t make sense.
Sophia had always been a pushover.
She was the type that would rather shrink than speak, the kind that apologized even when she hadn’t done anything wrong.
I used to take such pleasure in watching her flinch when I entered a room.
The fear in her eye
