I could hardly walk, but I wouldn't allow anyone to help me. It wasn't pride or something else forcing me forward. It was that I wanted nothing to do with any of them. Saint abandoned me in that container, choosing to give others the responsibility for my care. I thought Lucas was my friend, but I was so very wrong. He watched me being strung up to die, cut multiple times, and returned to continue the torture. The alphas I'd spent my entire life focused on protecting and providing for stood ...