Demon Pact she wolf: Now I'm the Damn Problem

ne, his smile as false as the diamond cufflinks adorning his wrists. "To your new life, my d

tard daughter, Father drugged me with wolfsbane-lac

's skyline, but I registered only t

clung to the sheets-we burned through the night, a box of c

t seared my eyes, and a growl rumbled fr

ther," he snarled, his wolf e

, tossing me a silk robe

that you'd drug your fat

me like a branding ir

blood money. I'll never touch a cur

ck to the Charles manor, v

ipped batons, electroshocks from silver-lined restraints, and degradation by the director and his lackeys-werewolf hunters masquerading as

ebbed, a disembodied g

e your heart, and I'

zone l as my claws s

ng with a hollow chest, wher

'd once relished my scre

discharge paper forward, his hands shaking

aws, recalling

he one that craved pack bonds,

laughed at the approaching limousin

ould make the

to the Charles manor

Annie Charles behind him, he

ained gown-crusted with my own drying

soon?" h

agged trash to p

my forearm, where

the mark, his wolf nose cat

wood didn't cure your depravity. Try seducin