Luther's POV.
We walked to the car; my face was hurting, and there was nothing I could do about it. The scars were settling down; there was something about the whole thing that seemed like an eye-opener.
“I don't know what you were thinking!” Father was furious; he was looking at Mother and Anna. He didn't want any drama, but then there was something odd about it.
“I want you to tell me what you think you could have achieved when you went for her. You saw they were all there, and you couldn't hold in your hate for a few minutes?!”
He was not going to let anyone hear the end of it. I couldn't drive the car; I sat in the passenger's seat and lay my head back. Lucas took over the wheels and fired up the engine as we began going back to our pack. I was not sure if I was in the mood for
