Fiona
I sat hunched over my food, stirring my spoon into it with disinterest. My mind spins as I thought about my last heated discussion with Orion, his words still echoing in my mind.
“That isn’t our home anymore,” he had said.
How could he even utter such a word? He had fought for silver fang ever since he was able to wield a sword. Never had he once shown a sign of hatred towards the pack, nor had he rejected any of Lucian’s orders.
I wanted to believe that the person sitting across the dinning table in front of me was not my brother. But the more I thought, the clearer it became. It was indeed true that silver fang’s elders had been in favor of Lucian during their time of trial.
Orion had won the battle, and Lucian was on the ground until he lost control and almost killed him.
