JADE

JADE POV.

The chain was back on my feet and it made me want to commit murder. After acting like a fucking caveman and tearing up my dress, he had the audacity to throw a fit when he saw the fading scar. It would have been a freaking sweet moment, it was but I didn't know how to feel about it.

All my life, no one ever cared about if I lived or died, so for him to get so pissed off, left me with conflicting emotions, but that was all bottled up now because he ruined everything by putting back the chains on me, even tho it was just only to make sure I didn't disobey his orders.

I guess actually thinking everything through made me realize that going to the festival was not the best thing to do. There were going to be tons of unmated wolves there, and if the heat was as intense as the maid let on then I didn't want to take any chances.

Dearil was strong, but could he fight off hundreds of other wolves who might want to have me for themselves, it was all hypothetical, but that pretty much