I don't care about the freezing cold outside. I don't care about where I'm going tomorrow. I don't care if Vane and his thugs come through that thin wooden door with guns in their hands.
I don't feel fear. I don't feel a single shred of regret.
All I feel is a slow, boiling, incandescent rage.
And every single thread of that rage leads directly to Zara Callahan.
Zara – the f*****g outsider who didn't even belong to the Night Howlers, the girl who walked into our world, dragged the Grinning Skulls in behind her, and destroyed everything Knox worked to build.
I close my eyes, and all I see is Zara’s face.
Zara standing in the middle of the Night Howlers' clubhouse with her dark hair, her soft, expensive clothes, and that quiet, untouchable composure.
Zara, who had walked away from
