Natalie~
I should have known the past wouldn't stay buried.
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my stomach twisting into painful knots as I slowly lifted my head. And sure enough—there she was.
Marissa.
President of Griffin's personal fan club. The omega who had dedicated years of her pathetic existence to making my life a living hell back in the pack.
I should've known I wouldn't be lucky enough to never see her again.
For a split second, my mind was flooded with memories—memories of Marissa's cruel laughter as she shoved me into the mud, of her sharp nails digging into my skin, of the whispers she spread, the lies she weaved, the bruises she left behind. She was untouchable when it came to my case, she and everyone else who fought me were protected because they were doing everyone a favor by troubling me. Natalie Cross was the dirty stain that everyone wished would disappear.
But not anymore.
Not today.
