The pain in my face had begun to clear, but not before Jamie strapped me down to a silver-lined table.

I’d never been told by the pack our weaknesses, but I knew when I touched the silver that it was on the list. Plus, I'd read too many werewolf novels not to realize the pain in my back was from silver on the table.

The cabin she took me to was in the middle of nowhere, tucked away in the back corner of the field. I blinked back the tears lining my eyes, listening as ...