Trent had respected my mother deeply, not just because she had once saved his life, but because she had shown him kindness when others had not. He had promised her, again and again, that he would cure her heart disease, that she would live a long life and see her grandchildren run through the forest. But now, he was threatening to cut her off, to let her die, all because of Winona.
He pulled out his phone, his eyes dark with intent. "That's right. So, are you going to apologize, or not?"
His words stung, each one like a lash against my skin. I had already lost hope in Trent, but this—this was a new level of betrayal. My heart ached, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. Having human blood running in my veins because my father wouldn’t let me transform even though my wolf was there and in pain; she felt like a prisoner inside my body.
Trent’s expression faltered for a moment as he saw my tears. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—does his wolf feel my wolf’s agony? But before he could say anything, Winona, standing beside him with her arms crossed, sneered at me with disdain.