"When did you talk to your father for the last time?" I asked Ronald, and he shrugged. "I can't remember, to be honest," he replied.
"Wasn't it hard to see him again?"
He shook his head. "No, I consider him a stranger. He means nothing to me."
I couldn't blame him for that. After he told me what he did to his mother and that he preferred Kevin over him, I could understand his feelings.
"And why did you leave your pack, Erin?" he asked suddenly.
"I wanted to walk my own path. Back home, I couldn't find real friends who wanted to be with me for who I am. The she-wolves wanted to befriend me because they wanted to get close to my brother, and the males got close to me because of my status."
Ronald frowned. "How did you know that?"
I shrugged. "It was obvious. None of them was a good ac
