Ryder
She saw Bodhi step over to that shaming post and Megan shrink back from him in fear. She could smell it rolling off her in waves, as she tried to move away but couldn’t due to those broken ribs on her right side and her punctured lung on the left side, that she-wolf was in a world of pain right now, and knew her head was coming off.
There could be nothing less coming for her because she was no different to his father. She had agreed to help him kill his own son if they’d gotten their way. So she would have even been willing to kill her own Mate. There was no loyalty in this she-wolf at all; not to her kin, not to the heir to the pack, not even to this pack itself.
If Andrew had managed to get what he’d wanted to come about, Megan would have already been turned into a twisted, dec
