Madeline’s POV
“I am not going,” I said as I started walking away from my father.
I had no reason to stay there anymore. My mom’s body was gone. I wasn’t going with my father and I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. There was no reason for me to stay at the burial site any longer. I was going to go home, lay in my mom’s bed, and cry my eyes out.
I definitely wasn’t going with my father anywhere. There was no freaking way that I was leaving my pack. There was no freaking way that I was going anywhere with that man.
“Madeline!” he called after me.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t even turn around.
The man left me. He left my mom. I didn’t need him or his pity money.
“Madeline!” he called me again, but this time I heard him following after me.
I started walking faster.
