Silencing the Past

Thorne

My wolf is clawing at the surface of my skin, determined to be let out so he can tear Vera to shreds. Gritting my teeth, I narrow my eyes at the malevolent she-wolf. “Vera, you are the second person who has attempted to blackmail me this month, and I have to tell you – this is getting really old.”

Rolling my eyes, I continue. “And you seem to be forgetting that I’m on the board of the Moon