Willow POV
The laugh that fell out of me was short and sharp. “Once he took his new mate, my father wanted nothing to do with me. Claimed it was my fault my mother was killed, and I was lucky he didn’t exile me from the pack. And his new mate already had two daughters, so she saw me as an obstacle to their happiness.” I shrugged, even though it felt wrong—too small for something that had shaped my entire life. But if I didn’t make it small, it would swallow me whole.
Damian started to reach a hand out to me, then closed his fist and let it drop. He shoved to his feet and started pacing.
The movement should have made me nervous. He moved like a predator circling, restless and angry.
Instead, it made something in me settle, as if I knew instinctively that whatever he was wrestling with,
