Callista.

I wake up in a strange car, stronger and in more control of my body than I had been before. Through the thick, glass partition that divides my portion of the vehicle from the rest, I could see my adoptive sister and the Alpha King sitting with their backs to me. This is the type of vehicle wolves use to transport rogues or injured werewolves in wolf form; or in my case, stealers who apparently make unmated pack members attack each other.

I am seething at how Farris had spun that ...