Caleb leads Marisol back to her room within the Pack’s premises less courteously than she’d been treated since her last slumber. Anger boiled within Marisol like a tempest, and as soon as they stepped inside, her fury erupted, snatching her arm away from his grip like she’d been burnt.

“You think this is acceptable? You’re locking me in this room, treating me like I’m some kind of criminal when I’ve done nothing to you! Why am I being treated like this because of you…? Why did ...