Deidre
The bathwater had gone cold twenty minutes ago but I didn't care. I sat in it anyway, my entire body seething with rage, all the fury in the world rattling my nerves.
"This had to be a fucking joke!" I screamed at the walls.
Their wolves had rejected me.
Their wolves had rejected us! Lira hissed in my head, flooding my veins with so much malice. And it is all that bitch's fault!
I pressed my fingers on my collarbone, where the marks should have been. It was so smooth it drove me insane.
A frustrating groan tore out of my throat. My arm shot out and swept the row of expensive bottles off the edge of the bath.
They hit the marble floor, glass shattering to the ground. It was satisfying but it did nothing to ease the humiliating ache in my chest.
I rose from the tub and caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair was damp, my mascara was smudged and my skin flushed.
