“I know you got my letters. I know you didn’t read them.”
I didn’t read them. I burned them. Watched the paper curl in my kitchen sink and felt nothing. I have been feeling nothing about Richard Hale since I was twelve years old, kneeling beside my mother’s bed, watching her die while he stood in the doorway and calculated how quickly he could bury his wife and get back to his pack.
Richard Hale is the Alpha of Iron Ridge, Silver Moon’s blood enemy for three generations. And his only daughter grew up and got herself bonded to the enemy’s son.
He might have survived the bond. Spun it as political, strategic. But then I got pregnant. And a pregnancy is proof that walks around on two legs. It cannot be denied or rewritten.
So he erased me instead.
*You are no longer my daughter.
