Veronica POV
Six months had passed since Veronica first came to Las Vegas to start her own pack —Well, she thought with a wry smile, that had been the plan anyway. Truth be told, she didn’t even know the first thing about running a pack.
Her father had wanted her to learn. Her mother had taught her nothing but how to lie, manipulate, and smile pretty while doing it. There had never been any Luna lessons. No boring lectures about loyalty or responsibility. Her father had tried once or twice, but by then, she’d been too stuck-up to even pretend to care.
Her mind wandered — unwillingly — to her father. Did he even know what her mother had done? Did he even care?
The thought twisted in her chest. He'd always been loving when he was there — which hadn’t been often. And then, before she cou
