Blackmailing Belle (The Lost Girls, #4)

by Holly Roberds

I can’t be with her. Not anymore. Not after this. I close my eyes, resolving that I don’t give a fuck if I don’t create a pack again. I don’t care if my half-shifted state kills me anymore. The only thing I need to do before I die is take out the Wolves. They will all die painful, bloody deaths, and then afterward I can lay down too and join my family. There’s nothing else for me but vengeance. The freezing air only turns my internal calm even colder and more resolute. I’m done with Isabelle, and I plan to send her away. Far away. I have the ability to move her bookstore across the country, or maybe even to one of the fae realms. All I know is I never want to see her again after today. Because seeing her will always be a reminder of what her family has done to mine. Of finding my mother crumpled on the dance floor in a pool of blood. Of my father, who was barely recognizable. As if they had targeted him specifically or maybe stood over his already dead corpse continuing to release rounds of bullets into his body and face to make a point, or just for the fun of it. Of Lisette.