  &quot;Meaning?&quot; I turn to him fully and lock onto him, seeing him swallow hard. His mistrust of my current behavior is written all over him. At this moment he s afraid of me, and he s nervously spewing words to try to diffuse it or to keep me focused on anything other than turning on him. I can smell the terror coming in waves from him, even without my wolf sense. It s not intentional, but these feelings are bigger than me, and I have no will to reel them in right now. Fractured and seeping, and I don t know how to stop it pouring out and pooling around me like a dense smog.
  &quot;She got to you before Juan did. Ran and left the pack on their return to your lands. She bound her blood to you, so you became linked to her and completely protected from being slain too, thus meaning he could never kill you. And if he tried to isolate and imprison you, then his pack would have asked w

  It feels like it s been hours since the doc left, and I did exactly as I was told. I ate the food and dressed in the gray sweatpants and sweater, put on the socks and oversized boots, which baffled me completely as to why I needed them and all the undergarments in the bag. I m now pacing my cell wondering if I imagined they had any importance. Maybe he was just being thoughtful and giving me items to aid comfort, and I was looking for something that was not there because I was so desperate for an out. I rummaged in the bag and food, wondering if maybe he left something for me, like a key card, and came up with nothing except confusion, convincing myself I imagined it completely.
  I can t stay here like this, watching her sleep the day away, and if all he is going to do is take tests and fill me in with stories that screw up my head, then this is hopeless. I m trying to process all of 

  &quot;What?&quot; it s like every cell in my body stops as a deathly silence fills the air, shock stilling my thoughts, my lungs ceasing to move, and you can hear a pin drop as his words sink in slowly—so fucking slowly. 
  Juan executed my family. They didn t die in battle. 
  That s a lie. It can t be true because they weren t the only pack to never return. The entire Whyte line, among others, all died protecting our kind. It was a war, for God s sake, and we had many casualties. Did Juan kill them all, too?
  The doc has to be playing me, lying to mess with my head for some kind of ulterior motive, and I m falling for it. Maybe it s a test to see if I m strong enough to turn, despite being in this isolation tank. Maybe I was wrong to trust him, and this is all a ploy to break me down and get intel he thinks I may have ... but how would he know her name?
  I take a much-needed breath

&quot;Meaning?&quot; I turn to him fully and lock onto him, seeing him swallow hard. His mistrust of my current behavior is written all over him. At this moment he s afraid of me, and he s nervously spewing words to try to diffuse it or to keep me focused on anything other than turning on him. I can smell the terror coming in waves from him, even without my wolf sense. It s not intentional, but these feelings are bigger than me, and I have no will to reel them in right now. Fractured and seeping, and I don t know how to stop it pouring out and pooling around me like a dense smog.
  &quot;She got to you before Juan did. Ran and left the pack on their return to your lands. She bound her blood to you, so you became linked to her and completely protected from being slain too, thus meaning he could never kill you. And if he tried to isolate and imprison you, then his pack would have asked why. What did a child do? All these years, this story haunted me as nothing more than the imagining of

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