Chapter 8

Liana stiffened. She stepped into his line of sight. “Her? Just the little good girl from the Obsidian Moon Pack. She doesn’t run with our kind.”

I ducked my head. I hurried past them. Ezra just flashed a lazy smirk. He didn’t say a word.

Growing up, I was the easiest child to raise.

My mom raised me alone. Her love came buried under layers of suffocating rules.

Curfews by midnight. Hair no longer than my shoulders. Skirts down to the ankles.

Under her suffocating care,

I grew into exactly what she wanted—obedient in every way.

Rigid. Docile. I followed every single pack law to the letter.

I thought I’d live my entire life strictly by the book.

Until Ezra reached out his hand.

That hand was temptation itself. And like a fool, I took it.