The Riders Pack, to which George belonged, had always shared a close bond with the Golden Moon Pack. Eloise and George were the best of friends. They attended the same werewolf school, and spent long afternoons together. But that was before the world crumbled. Before Aura’s death.
Watching George humiliate Rachael, the woman who had been nothing but kind to Eloise suffer at his hands, tore her apart.
She didn’t respond when George insulted her. She didn’t even flinch. Her gaze remained locked on him, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "Don’t hit her."
"Do you want me to forgive Rachael?" George’s voice dripped with malice, his grin wide and cruel. Okay, then beg me."
Eloise could feel her fists clenching at her sides, but she didn’t say another word. She simply watched, help
