Chapter 11— Grief Recognizes Grief.

Kyra

The note trembled in my hand.

"Mate or not, you won't survive long."

I read the note again and again though it never changed a thing.

The threats were still there.

It wasn't a surprise to me though that I wasn't wanted here. The glare, the sneer, the whispered curses when I walked by had told me how much I was hated by the Banewolffs.

How much they wanted to see my head on a spike. My body rotten in a shallow grave in front of the pack as a ...