Chapter84. The Burn

The full moon. A night for werewolves. A night for mystery—and probably pain. But most of all, the night I had been waiting for. I had to confront Elias with my decision not to be a part of his winter born crusade against the wolves. I wasn’t like him. I didn’t want power, I didn’t want to use my shadows, I just wanted to be accepted, and I had that. I wasn’t about to throw it away. And if I was being honest about it, the humans had treated me much worse than the wolves ever had. Sure they had taken my virginity for some blood moon ritual, but technically I had given it. We all had. The humans were the ones who couldn’t accept who and what I was. It didn’t make me want to end them though, so Elias could shove it up his entitled ass because I wasn’t buying what he was peddling, even if it could be the only chance I had at a true mating or children with my alphas. I stood in the wardrobe, plaiting my hair down my back, looking over the dresses that I had been provided and trying to figur