Evan POV
I was waiting for Drack’s son to appear, after all, Dean was my problem, at a safe distance I caught the slow footsteps of Drack's son. In his human form wearing just a pair of shorts, he was watching the alpha fight, and it was then that I noticed something about him, something I didn't stop to see before.
He was thin not in a healthy way, he had deep dark circles under his eyes, parched lips, too-pale skin, and scars on his back, arms, and chest as if he was whipped with a silver-tipped whip. I imagined it because it was the only metal to cause us that kind of indelible damage to the skin, other kinds of wounds caused by common weapons would be regenerated over time.
Anyone who would do such damage to his child could not be called a parent. I remembered Bree's words, her fath
