Davina's POV
Lucien left me in his room, and I truly had no idea how to react. The mate bond was a curse, one meant to punish me. Because how could I be feeling this strong attraction to my very own nemesis. Almost like I had no survival instinct at all.
I had been nursing the idea of paying my father a visit, but it only occurred to me recently that I had no idea where he was buried, or if he was buried at all.
I wish I could see him. I wish I could speak to him. I had so many questions to ask, so many questions that if I didn't get the answers soon enough, I might just as well go insane. The whole pack could not just decide to go against him just like that.
Raine had made me leave the pack house two times, and in both instances, I tried to talk to people. Some of them could not stand
