SARAPHINA’S POV

I gathered myself from the floor of my destroyed room and wiped the last traces of blood from my nose. My hands were still shaking, but not from fear or the rage anymore. The rage that had torn through my magic earlier had settled into something colder. Something more focused.

My mother's words echoed in my head: Don't trust any of them. They'll use you up and throw you away.

She was right. Every single person in this pack had been using me. Darragh with his lies about being ...