Page 35 of The Weakest Wolf

She jumps.Crack. I don’t feel the least bit guilty as she rubs the back of her head, glaring at me all the while. “Eden said they liked to make her the ball in their game of ping-pong.”

The hell?

“I don’t under—”

“As Luna, her position was at the front with Jared. But he would snarl at her, snap at her and force her back. The pack would do anything and everything to drive her to the front again. That was what they did during the pack runs. That wasallthey did. She would come back with cuts from where she’d fallen, bite marks, covered in mud and soaking wet from when they’d forced her into the stream. It lasted forhours.”

As she speaks, I feel myself getting colder and colder.

Eden.

Sierra stabs a finger at me, and that’s when I realize the rage in her voice is aimed at me. “You sent her back here, which makes it your fault. I said you were like the others, but you’re not. You’re worse.”

My brows furrow in confusion. “I—” I stop because I don’t owe Sierra anything, least of all an explanation. “Tell me where she is.”

“Why? So you can continue the torture?” She scoffs. “All you alphas are the same. All power does is rot your brain.”

It did my dad, but it won’t do the same to me. I refuse to let it.

“Not Kier?” A sharp prickle that feels like hate and envy stabs my heart.

“Kier was different. He was nothing like you.”

“Tell me what I want to know, Sierra.”

She drags her furious gaze from mine and turns to stare at the wall. “Get out.” Her voice is a whisper, yet the sound is colder than anything I’ve ever heard in my life.

My fists clench with my need to lash out—to force her to talk. Only she knows where Eden is, and she won’t tell me. I have to find my sister. “Sierra, tell me,” I growl.

Her eyes return to mine. It doesn’t matter that my wolf is staring right back at her, she doesn’t lower her head the way she did when she was a wolf. “No.”

I stalk out before things end the only way they can.

With her dead.

Behind me, I hear the shower start up.

I don’t stop until I’m back in the farmhouse in the room I’ve claimed as mine while I’m here. But I don’t dress. I do nothing but stand in the middle of the room, my gaze fixed out of the window.

Time passes. Enough that I start to feel the chill in the room, reminding me I need to dress.

“Rabid,” I murmur beneath my breath. “The lot of them are fucking rabid—”

My cell phone rings.

I ignore it.

The ringing stops. A second later, it starts up again.

I ignore that too.

When it starts for the third time, I cross over to the bedside table and grab it. “What?” I snarl.

After a long silence, Dom speaks. “I’m guessing now isn’t a good time.”

“Someone had better be dying.”

He sighs. “No. I was going to ask you something similar.”

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