Chapter 137

My body is aching to turn and trying to revert to wolf, but this damn building is strong and keeping it in check, no matter how hard it wails and howls within me. I bang the glass, the torture of it getting too much, and watch the shudder traveling from my palm and spreading out the whole expanse of the invisible wall. It does nothing to ease the inner war. “Bound my gifts? My memories? How could she ... that’s impossible. I have gifts. I’m still learning, but they’re not tied down completely. Colton has his gifts too, and he’s more than capable of using them. His Alpha strength, his speed, his dominance. He can command with a tone. It can’t be true. No one has ever documented a witch binding a wolf’s natural gifts.” It’s a rebuff of what he’s saying as I mentally try to dismiss them as lies, focused entirely on her and willing her to get up and tell me this herself—lying there like a weak, powerless fool who let her mate destroy everything in our lives. Get up, Sierra! Get the fuck up