Chapter Fifty-Eight

Rayne

Just how long of a night it would be, I only found out at the very end.

I keep getting looks from all of Max's inner circle. Alaska is looking at me like I'm a bug that she wishes she could kill beneath her shoe. I'm not sure why she's hating on me so much because it's Max who approached me. He's the one who spoke to me. I didn't seek him out, not actively at least.

Wondering where he was isn't a crime.

That means nothing to her, though. She will continue blaming me for everything that happens even though her own pack is against her. I wonder if she knows, and in case she does, if she even cares. Is her love for Max really greater than her love for her pack?

It must be or she wouldn't be back here.

Frankly, I'm done feeling guilty about something that was out of my control. I don't see how I can be blamed for this. I didn't ask for this to happen. I was drugged and walked down an altar to him, where I couldn't even communicate because I had been threatened. I am more and more