(SILAS)
I slammed my bare fist against the shattered mirror hanging above my vanity.
The glass splintered, showing many images of a broken wolf. Pale skin, dark hollows bruised beneath my eyes, and a jaw covered in rough, untamed stubble. I couldn't recognize the man staring back at me. I looked like a corpse wandering through the cold corridors of Silver Crest.
My knuckles were bleeding, but I couldn't bring myself to give a damn.
'You are still paying the price for giving her away,' my wolf, Vane, snarled in the back of my mind. 'How long will you keep wallowing in your self pity, you pathetic coward?'
"Shut up," I snapped aloud, sinking into the chair and burying my face in my bloody hands. "There's nothing else I can do. Now, it's her or my inheritance."
'Now, you have neither!'
