Lina's POV
"I lived in rural Connecticut until I was ten. After that, I moved around between different countries, different... communities. I came back to the Storm Pack when I was fifteen, but by seventeen, I was sent to South Africa."
"What?" I nearly dropped my mug.
Connecticut. That's where my pack used to be. Before everything fell apart.
"Luna Storm, I've endured more hardship than you might imagine."
Something in his dark, earnest eyes made my breath catch. There was pain there, carefully controlled but unmistakable.
I bit my lip, looking away. "But you're the Storm heir. You only have one sister. Surely your family wouldn't let you suffer?"
He should have been born with every privilege, celebrated and protected. The Storm name was supposed to open every door,
