School wasn’t out yet, so I stood by the entrance and waited.
“I heard something happened to you?”
A familiar voice came from beside me.
My wolf stirred in my chest, rage bristling through her. A low growl rolled from deep inside.
I turned toward the voice.
My hands trembled.
Back when I had still tried to be a proper wife, I was always the one who came to the wolf training academy to pick up Rocco.
William only showed up once or twice, and only when Rocco begged him.
It seemed that during the years I spent in prison, thanks to Ann’s careful coaching, this man had finally learned how to be a good “father.”
But he still hadn’t learned how to be a good husband.
My fingertips dug into my palm until they went numb.
I turned my blind gaze toward him.
My pupils were a dark gray-brown
