At breakfast with our host pack overseas, my father's phone lit up with the morning news. The headline caught my eye before I could look away.
The headline: [Ethan Blackwell Covers Medical Treatment For Briggs Family Pup With Rare Blood Disorder.]
My mother set down her fork and sighed. "Whatever else he's done, he did the right thing this time."
I stirred my cereal without looking up.
My father slammed his fist onto the table, rattling the dishes hard enough to make me flinch before I could stop myself. "One good deed wipes out what he did to Aria? He stole five years from her, and no headline changes that."
His voice was hard, with a low growl buried in his throat, the kind of intimidation only a retired pack warrior carried.
I set my spoon down.
"I'm not bonding with him again."
