Scarlett's POV
They left, the heavy click of the door echoing their departure. My wolf, Zoe, was practically screaming, a low, murderous growl vibrating in my chest. She wanted to tear through the door and rip the silk off their backs, but I held her back with everything I had left.
They will pay, I thought, my hand trembling as I touched my stinging cheek. They will pay for touching me, but not tonight. I was too exhausted to fight anymore tonight.
I crawled onto the bed, the room still tilting slightly from the alcohol, and pulled the covers up to my chin. I forced my eyes shut, trying to drown out the sound of the party downstairs and the high-pitched threats of the Silver Lake sisters.
But as the darkness of sleep began to pull me under, the image flashed in my mind again.
The hand.
The pale, delicate hand I had seen in the woods, clutching Alpha Lennox's shoulder. It wasn't just a hand.
