I focus on the bowl and the fresh fruit mingled with oats. It’s not something I would have anticipated eating on Carnage Island, but so far nothing about this place is what I could have ever anticipated.
In addition to me actually being here.
As a Carnage Wolf.
I lap up the meal while Caius and Volt sit on the floor with me. They’ve not eaten at the table for any of our meals, and I find the gesture heartwarming.
Another direct conflict to everything I thought I knew about Carnage Wolves.
Tieran joins us several minutes later, his hair still damp from his shower, and a pair of jeans slung low on his hips.
He doesn’t look at me, instead focusing on breakfast and taking a chair at the table instead of sitting on the ground.
I consider trying to slip from the kitchen unnoticed, but the way he’s seated puts me in the center of his vision.
“Do you want to try shifting again, Clove?” Volt asks as he takes my empty bowl and places it in the sink.
I almost grumble.
I’ve been trying to shift since being carted off to Wolfe Island. It’s not like I want to be in this form. I would love to be able to walk on two legs and use my voice.
But even with me being able to control my movements now, I can’t seem to shift at all. I’ve tried searching for the pain I felt when Canton made me change during the ceremony. I’ve tried telling my wolf to heel. I’ve tried fantasizing about being human again. I’ve tried calling on my mortal half. I’ve done everything Tieran and Volt suggested and nothing.
“She can’t,” Tieran replies, that hint of anger touching his tone. “That fucking Alpha has a hold on her spirit. I’m going to have to break it.”
I shiver at the dark promise in those words.
Caius and Volt both glance at each other, then at Tieran. “Where?” Volt asks.
“I’m still debating,” Tieran mutters. “Her cries are going to call the wolves to her regardless of where I do it. But we need a place where we can properly protect her.”
My cries? I repeat. He expects me to cry?
Does he think I’m weak because I can’t shift? Because Canton has a hold on my spirit?
How is that even my fault?
My pack never taught me how to fight, and the whole ceremony is about letting his wolf bond with mine. How was I supposed to know this would happen?
I went through with the ceremony because I was the strongest eligible female of my pack. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t scream, did I?
I honestly can’t remember much beyond the pain.
And the agony of losing my mother right after.
My heart aches just thinking about it.
Her screams will haunt me for the rest of my days.
“She’s strong,” Volt says, interrupting my thoughts. “She’ll take it.”
“I’m more concerned about how she’ll react afterward and what she might do to any of the wolves that come to investigate.” Tieran sets down his fork, his tone flat.
Caius stands to join Volt at the sink, his gaze on Tieran. “It’s their own hide if they come up uninvited, T. Let them pay the price for disobeying your directive.”
“I mean, watching her attack them would be fun,” Volt puts in. “A total fucking turn on, actually.”
“I’m not worried about her attacking or killing anyone,” Tieran bites back. “Her mother was easy prey. I’m more concerned about the others scaring her, or doing something worse.”
My mother… I trail off, blinking at him. My mother was easy prey?
Did he really just say that?
Their conversation continues, but I can’t hear it over the thumping in my ears.
What does he know about my mother?
Why does he consider her easy prey?
Does he know who raped her? Who… who sired me?
Or is this about how she died?
A palm lands on my scruff, the fingers digging in as Tieran suddenly squats before me. “Do not growl at us, little one. You will not like the consequences.”
I blink. Growl? When did I growl?
“Better,” he says, his gaze hard. “I don’t have a choice. I either force your change, or you remain a wolf. And the latter isn’t acceptable.”
He thinks I’m growling because he wants to help me back into my human state?
I snort.
Which causes his eyes to narrow, the irises suddenly resembling ice.
Oh, moon, that is not the response he wanted to hear… But it wasn’t in response to his statement. Well, it was, but not for the reasons he probably thought.
If I were human, I would explain.