Lake:
I continued to stare out my car window. It was hard to piece the thoughts in my head for any of them to make sense.
So, Jesse Wyatt beat his wife to a pulp, sending her into a coma eight years ago, then decided to leave the pack for the outlands and be ruler over the rogues? He left his two daughters here with no one besides the silly woman I had arrested and her two sons. And for what? Why would any real man do such a thing to his family? What reason did he have for such an atrocity? Now he was attacking the same pack his daughters lived in, what was the reason for that?
The more the questions dangled themselves in my mind, teased and taunted my brain, and challenged my intelligence, the more I felt a splitting headache threaten to divide my forehead into two. I dug my lower l
