"Let me go!" Tugging my wrist back just causes more pain; I'll never get away by relying on strength. I wouldn't win against even the weakest wolf, and Ellie is not weak. But I can't just sit there and do nothing, so I keep trying.
"This is all because of you," she snaps, her fingers tightening to the point it feels my bones are being crushed. "Coming in here and causing a misunderstanding between our pack and the Lycans."
Our pack, she says, as if she's already Luna or something.
Not that I'm competing, or even want to, but don't I have a little more claim to this pack than she does? Even if I've become an abandoned human, I at least lived among these people for six years.
There's no point in arguing semantics, though. I don't want this pack anymore; I want to leave.
"Let me go," I say again, trying to pry her fingers off with my other hand. They don't budge, and she snatches my other wrist as if I'm a child, with the same bone-crushing grasp.
