Dierdra’s POV
My footsteps rang hollow on the stairs leading down from Avery’s apartment. If I’d had my choice, I would have put her in a basement unit. She deserved to be in the ground.
Anyone watching our interaction would have known that I had scored a mark when I had told her about the Culling. The fear that had hollowed out her eyes had been real. She knew she was in no shape to stand up to the pack if they called for her blood.
But my threats were also just that, unless I could actually manage to stir the pack to call for the culling, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to accomplish that. She had a frustratingly positive image in the village, despite having been absent during her recovery.
I needed to come up with a secondary plan.
Gideon had left to handle issues on the bord
