Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Tessa’s POV

Rita gasped loudly. “Have you lost your mind?”

I just stood there, looking at her. The broken pot lay in pieces across the floor. The shards were scattered like everything else in my life. My hands weren’t shaking. I noticed that.

“Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you have any idea who you are in this house?” She was on her feet now “You’re a guest here. A charity case dressed up as a Luna. And you dare to stand in this house and throw a tantrum like some feral wolf pup.”

The irony of being called a feral wolf pup almost made me laugh. Almost.

I had no wolf. I’d never had one. In the werewolf world, that made me less than an Omega – it made me nothing, by most rankings. Less than nothing. I had a blank space where a soul was supposed to be.