Gray’s POV

I glared at James through the blood clouding my vision and let the words cut through the air like blades.

“You’re a lowlife who only knows how to use dirty tricks,” I said, my voice hoarse but steady. “A worthless outcast thrown out by the pack that once pitied you.”

James’s face twisted, fury twisting his lips. He roared like a wild beast and raised the whip high before bringing it down across my back.

The barbed ends tore into my flesh with a wet crack, and the sting ...