LIANDREN'S POV

"Princess," Mariah, dressed in the pack's navy-blue elite uniform stood before me, head tilted and a hand crossed over her chest.

"Hmmm." I responded, stepping out into the sunlight as it peeled through my skin.

Not long before I could move, Lucy's footsteps came beside me. Her toxic, malicious scent sent my wolf into a frenzy, itching to be set free before Lucy said a word.

"Sis," she began. My eyes rolled uncontrollably to the side as I stooped in my track.

I resisted the ...