Chapter 8 ROSALIND 8

I would show him what a wolfling can do, a Hatchville wolfling who would not bend or break for any man, so I stayed, my eyes never leaving his, defiance oozing from my pores, my hands curling into fists at my sides.

He straightened, his patience visibly thinning, his eyes tracing my face.

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