I had just barely laid down when Ryan sent me a voice message. “Clare needs a ride to Silverfang Club. Take her there.”
I frowned and replied impatiently, “Can’t she get a ride herself?”
It was the second time I had turned down one of his orders today. I could hear the irritation bubbling in his voice.
“Can’t you even do one small task?”
Not wanting to argue, I gave in.
Only then did he sound satisfied. “See? Was that so hard?”
By the time I changed and came downstairs, Ryan was already outside in the courtyard. Standing beside him was Clare, wearing a low-cut top.
“Hurry up. Clare’s got somewhere to be. Don’t keep her waiting.”
Clare flashed me a smile. “Thank you, Daisy.”
Then, she turned and wrapped her arms around Ryan. She kissed him long and slow before finally making her way to the car.
She plopped into the passenger seat, turned toward me, and let the sarcasm drip from her voice. “Sorry. Alpha Ryan just couldn’t keep his hands off me. Honestly, it’s exhausting.”
I stayed silent.
That only seemed to fuel her. “You really don’t get what he wants. You’re old and flat. No wonder he never wants to sleep with you.”
I said nothing the whole ride, and eventually, she ran out of steam.
But just before we reached the club, a rogue with a silver blade in his hand swerved his car straight toward us. I yanked the wheel hard, but it was too late. We were hit.
The impact slammed me into the side window. Pain exploded in my leg like it had been torn open.
Clare started screaming as well.
I turned to check on her and saw only a scratch on her hand, yet she was acting like she was dying. For a second, I thought perhaps she really was hurt.
Only when the pack’s healers arrived and pulled us out did I realize that my calf had been sliced by a fragment of the silver blade.
