"Goddess, she's trying to help, Greta," Lucas growled.
"Why do you care so much, Lucas? Have you had to deal with any of the heartache that her and Andreas and the other elders have caused? Sam and I lost a baby because they were apparently calculating probabilities about the likelihood of alyko births. And you think we should just welcome her into our pack with open arms now that she's suffered some minor injuries and supposedly grew a conscience?" Greta seethed.
Neoma's shoulders sagged and she dropped her eyes to the floor. She deserved this. She deserved so much more than this.
