Chapter 7

Eric POV:

I stood there and couldn’t move.

Blake. Alan. My closest friends. And they had been working against me-against Laila-from the very beginning. They had known exactly what they were doing when they pushed me toward this.

Everything began to surface at once. The way neither of them had flinched when Wendy first proposed the party. The way they encouraged me when I brought up rejecting Laila-reassuring me that she was used to it, that it wouldn’t really hurt her. As if the mark left by a rejection wasn’t one of the deepest shames a wolf could carry. I had known that. I had always known that. And I had let them talk me into it anyway.

“You treacherous, spineless-” I was on the deck before I finished the sentence, and then I was on them.

Alan wiped blood from his lip and stared up at me. “We did this to you? Did we put a silver blade to your

throat? Did we force you to reject your own mate?”