*Connor*

“Alpha!”

My Epsilon hauled me to the side of the street before I could be run over—by my own Goddess-damned car—after I was f*ckng hit with it.

I could feel the shards of glass embedded in my skin—peppering my back, my neck, skull, and face. Some bone I didn’t know the name of was broken in my arm. The puncture wound in the bubble between my vertebrae made by that bitch Gemma Brooks stabbing me with that damn knife—where the ...