Saige’s [POV]

I pick up my pace. Glass cuts into my fingers and palms, and splashes of thick red blood drip onto the pale stone floors. I don't make a sound. Just bite my lip and keep my head lowered so my hair shields my face. If they knew how much it hurt, they'd push at me to move even faster so they could soak up even more of my pain.

Kade didn't look at me as if I were a piece of shit he had to scrape off the bottom of his shoe, yet Rylan's pack have made it their life's mission to ...