***Amber’s POV***
Slowly, I turned around and faced the bastard that raised me. He was the last person I was expecting to see. Suddenly, I felt like I had walked straight into a trap. “D*mnit, you’re still alive? I’ve been praying to the moon goddess for disgusting vermin like you to be removed from the earth. Oh well, I guess I can’t always get what I want.” I ended it with a smirk, purposely trying to get under his skin. Is it a bright idea to poke a bear? Absolutely not, but I don’t give a f*ck at this moment. The smirk on my face grew when I saw that vein in his forehead pulsating. Growing up, it was the telltale sign that he was either getting angry or already was. Although he didn’t get mad at me, he only would if I threw a temper tantrum when he wouldn’t let me ride on his wolf’s b
