#Chapter 137: I Always Hated You

Lauren I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Let alone what just happened. One second, GrimMaw was over me, claws in my arms on that bed. The next, Sophia was standing there, smirking like she’d just slapped a god and asked him what time it was. Gold chains draped around her neck, rings glittering on every finger, her gown a little torn at the hem like it had been through hell—but she was smiling. Smiling at him. My wrists were still chained to the bedpost, the metal biting into my skin from how hard I’d fought it. But my entire body had gone still, frozen between panic and disbelief. “What… the hell?” I rasped. She blew a sharp whistle—the whistle—and everything around us erupted. Outside the tent, the sound of metal snapping echoed like the sky had split in half. Roars followed. Not just wolves—something else. Something massive. Something angry. And I recognized it. Mark. My brother. “Sophia—” I gasped, yanking at the chains again, “what did you do?” “I lev