KATHERINE
I looked at Stephen, my chest feeling like it had been hollowed out with a blunt knife. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to tell him he was lying, that he was just trying to poison my mind against the only person I had left, but his face was a wall of cold, hard truthz but he didn't look like he was enjoying this.
I looked down at the photos again. The sight of the charred remains of those pack houses made my stomach turn. I could feel the bile rising in my throat, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep from puking right there on his expensive rug. The images were too clear, too gruesome to be anything else but real.
"Why would she do this, Stephen?" I whispered, my voice sounding rough. "She's my sister. We were raised to protect our kind, not s*******r them in their s
