The meltdown Blake and Wendy had expected from me never came.
I just stood there quietly, emotionless.
For the past three years, everyone thought I was hopelessly in love with Blake—that I was fated to love him, endlessly and unconditionally.
Indeed, at first I did love him, guided by what felt like destiny. But now, I couldn’t feel a thing. The only reason I stayed by Blake’s side was for the pack that raised me.
My parents had trained me in hunting since I was little. People who saw me in action often called me a natural-born hunter.
