CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Evvie’s POV:

If there’s one thing I absolutely hate the most, it is the idea of being forced into anything.

I growled, my voice dripping with venom as I huffed in frustration.

“Is he fucking sick in the head?” I lashed out at no one in particular.

I could feel my blood boil as I recalled the smug look on his face when he looked down at me.

Fucking coward.

“Or he’s just pissed.” Vana butted in my thoughts, making me huff at her.

“If anyone should be pissed, that would be me.” I hissed.

I could feel Vana walking in circles in my head and my eyes roll.

Couldn’t she stop purring for one minute?

“Well, you did call the Blood Alpha a coward.”

I scoffed at her. “Excuse me, whose side are you on?”

“Oops. Gotta run.” She snickered and suddenly backed off.

And I wondered where the fuck does a wolf in my head could possibly run off to.

Leaving Vana alone, I returned my attention to my surroundings.

I had never been to this area of the pack house before. Most of the times I came here had been whe