They all want to kill me.
Despite what Sebastian said, it looks like almost everyone here wants to kill me.
I’ve gotten used to the pack’s eyes being on me, so though it makes me uncomfortable, it doesn’t trip me up like it might’ve before this. Or maybe it’s just that this is so important. They all became much less important the day I met Lance.
Now I ignore Lance’s gaze as I hold Sebastian’s eyes in mine and walk towards him. He has wanted my attention all this time. Now, he has it.
“I want to be the one to kill him,” I say.
Sebastian’s eyebrows arch. There are whispers passed around the fire.
“Is that so?” he asks.
“Yes,” I nod. “I know I’m the reason we’re all in this position. I drew the rouge to our pack. I may not have killed anyone, but there is blood on my hands. I’m deepl
