ie Whit

the visitor check-in process. Wearing a plain gray uniform, I stood behind the cold

t the main entrance. A voice I never wanted to hea

tmore! Get you

oster fathe

His face was blotchy and red with anger, his greasy hair plastered to

rr

, her face a mask of concern. But her eyes, like a viper's, shot past the guards

ke finger at me. "I have the right to take her home! She's family propert

meful flush crept up my neck. He'd actually sold me. And he was screaming it f

on territory. Miss Whitmore is a member of our Pack

n if I was just a servant, I belonged here, officially. It gave me

going back with you. I'm no longer part of the Blackwood

ontorted with fury. "You ungrateful brat! After all I've done for you

. He's just looking out for you. The Stonecrest Alpha might be a little older, but he'

r concern. You just worry about you and Jared. Oh, and congratulations. I

etely enraged. He shoved a guard aside and lunged for

his hand was about to

he guar

ms behind his back. He squealed like a stuck pig, struggling and cursing. One of the guards drove a

me. "Miss Whitmore," he asked respectf

couldn't understand why the guard captain wo

. I looked down at the pathetic, kneeling form of Cornelius, and the

ice cold. "And make sure he never se

d trash. Carrie and the warrior followed behind, their faces twisted with shock an

em disappear without looking back. From this momen

tation. My back remained straight, but