Chloe shook her head.
“I don’t understand what’s happening.”
Alaric’s smile had nothing soft in it.
“Were you this scared when you threw a silver dart into my mate’s back?”
Her face crumpled.
“I didn’t.”
Of course.
Obviously.
“I would never. Jasper made me. His mother—she said—Noah was there too, I think, I don’t know, I don’t remember. They told me things. They lied to me. I was scared.”
Pathetic.
She blamed Jasper first.
Then his mother.
Then Noah.
Then fear.
Then confusion.
I was almost impressed by how quickly she emptied herself of responsibility.
One of the Bloodclaw Alphas leaned against the wall with the bored patience of a male watching rain fall. Blond curls, green eyes, pretty in the way sharp things were pretty. His claws slid out of his fingertips, then back in
