Daisy
I stand outside Skylar's room as he explains what he has gone through all these years. It's mere curiosity, but as I listen, I realize I’m punishing myself for not finding him sooner. The horrors he faced at Dahlia's hands are things he should never have experienced. This is my fault—my failures as a mother.
"Tristian was fine for the first eight months I was there. There were moments when he seemed to truly care about me. But then Gracie was born, and it was like he was under a spell. Everyone was, honestly—except for me and the Gammas." Skylar pauses. I hear Ebony whispering something to him, but I can’t make it out—not that I'm paying attention to her right now.
"Gracie was the pack's princess. She could do no wrong, and I was considered the 'problem pup' in comparison." Skylar
