"Bring that bitch out!" Melissa's voice cuts through the walls like a blade.

Nana freezes on her bed, pulse racing. Just moments ago, she managed to escape from her and slip into her room. But now… could Melissa have brought the guards? Did she really see the mark? Her stomach twists with panic at the thought of the entire pack finding out.

She scrambles from her bed, hands shaking as she pulls out the little bag of makeup and perfume she’d hidden. Swiftly, she dabs some ...