#Chapter58-02
My mother had been pregnant with me when it had happened. The story as to why changed with each re-telling my father told, but one fact remained clear: to survive, I had to do whatever necessary.
Every scar that coated my body, every time I bled or screamed beneath the force of a lesson, it wasn't my father's fault. It had been the Northridge pack's Alpha's. He was the reason I had to become who I was.
So if Jonathan was looking for somebody to blame, he could follow the stream where I had dumped the man whose place I had taken, a curse so his soul could never rest, and take it up with him.
I waited for him to snap out of his silly little game. To grow a shred of reason within that thick head of his. Instead, he only smiled. It was tight and forced, and completely without
