AMARIS
Here is the thing about growing up as the only daughter in the Stormshadow pack.
The rumors started before I was sixteen.
I heard them the way you heard everything in that pack, through walls and around corners and from the mouths of women who thought they were whispering. That the Alpha's daughter was something worth having. That she was pretty in a way that made men forget themselves. That it was only a matter of time before someone did something about it.
Some of them tried.
There was a man named Gideon at one of my father's functions. I was seventeen. He cornered me in the hallway outside the kitchen with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other hand already reaching, his eyes doing that thirsty thing that men did when they had already decided the answer and were just waiting for the question to catch up.
"You know your father wouldn't mind," he said. Licking his tongue at me.
I broke two of his fingers.
