Khason
No. It wasn’t possible. Even if, with werewolf aging, she looked exactly the same as she had the last time I saw her. Long, shiny curls of red hair, the exact same shade as mine. Bright green eyes that danced with the same mischief I’d inherited from her. Pale, creamy skin, spattered with freckles, just as my body was. And there, that little heart-shaped beauty mark beside her mouth that she always hated...
No. It couldn’t be. There was no way she’d left my sadistic f*ck of a father and ended up here…with him. Dahms was worse. Much worse. My father had only ever hurt us. Christiano had hurt hundreds, with plans to continue until he dominated the entire country. And yet she held his hand. Leaned over and whispered something in his ear, something that made him smirk, tuck one of her
