That, and all the mess they now found themselves in because of Lydia. Because of you, betrayed her inner-voice, which she had no doubt belonged to her wolf. It wasn't like they could shut the animal in them out, even when the moon was absent from the sky. Why didn't her wolf get it? That female was going to destroy them all. Selena was trying to protect the pack. She loved her pack, which was in itself a bit of a small miracle, because her father was silent within it, and Stephen had always resented his inability to best the other males. Ryan had appeared on the scene when Stephen had been fourteen years old, and Selena twelve, and from that moment, she had witnessed Stephen's competitive streak twist him into a wolf that always carried a bitterness with him – a jealousy that had always been palpable to her, although he had hidden it well until recent months. She had to wonder if the jealous streak was hereditary. She had never thought of herself as competitive until a beaten, almost dead Taylor had been brought in nine months ago.
