The plane flew smoothly above the clouds.
Adrian was asleep, and Orton was busy with his emails
I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifting back seven years.
It was three days after my rebirth.
I stood at the border of
the
Black Stone pack’s territory, facing an enraged Cullen.
“Juliet, are you out of your mind?” His eyes were bloodshot. “You’re going to reject the Moon Goddess’s will?”
“I’m rejecting you, my vo
“You think you can surv
fresh
grave:”
was quiet, but firm.
out there alone?” Cullen sneered. “For a packless rogue, the only thing waiting in the wild is a
I didn’t answer. I just turned and walked away.
“You’ll
“Juliet!” he roared behind me. “You’ll regret this! You’ll come crawling back, begging me to take you
I never looked back.
A month later, I heard the news that Cullen and Donna were officially together.
At the time, I was living in a run–down apartment, barely getting by with the herbal knowledge from my past life.
Every night, I’d wake up from the same nightmare–Cullen’s knife in my chest, his voice calling Donna’s name.
I thought I would be alone forever.
No mate, no pack, no future.
During the day, I buried myself in my research, trying to forget the pain.
But in the dead of night, the humiliation of my past life would wash over me
“What’s the point of those useless herbs, Juliet?”
“A woman’s place is raising pups, not having these wild ideas.”
“Tm strong enough. I don’t need any of your fancy tricks
“Be quiet and do as I say
Cullen’s words stung like needles.
