I felt sick. My stomach twisted with a horror I had never felt before. I looked at the woman with the scarred face and the little girl with the lonely eyes. My father had done this. He had ruined them for sport.
I was just ten when he destroyed the Shadow Pack, Caden’s original pack. At the time, I knew it was a horrible thing and to witness the slaughter, but I was a child.
But now seeing the consequences of his actions, I felt bile clamoring up my throat. I had been sleeping in silk sheets and eating off expensive plates, while my father was out here turning the world into a graveyard just for the fun of it. I had been sheltered, kept in a cage of lies while he broke lives because he was bored.
The shame was so heavy it felt like my heart was rotting.
"Please," I whispered, my voice
