HAZEL
Wenzel's smile widened. "I heard the things that happened to you." He said it casually. Like he was discussing the weather again. "If you were self sufficient and didn't need to rely on anyone, you would most likely not be in that predicament."
My hands clenched at my sides. I forced them to relax. Forced my breathing to stay even.
He was right. The worst part was that he was absolutely right.
If I hadn't needed Milo, I wouldn't have had to kill him. If Milo's death wasn't an equation I'd been forced to still be connected to, I wouldn't be an Omega right now. I wouldn't be standing in this gallery pretending to admire art while my future father-in-law who was probably much worse than me casually justified atrocities.
"I don't know if my pack participated, but did yours do it? You seem very fixated on healers."
