I cut off another piece of steak, chewing slowly, wondering if he will answer about Khan saving him.
“Is it really bothering you that much?” Axton asks, and I look at him.
“About how I killed my father?”
“I never asked that?”
“Yet I can feel your curiosity over it,” he says, grabbing his plate.
“You said you were seventeen. But we don’t get our wolves until 18.”
“Once my grandfather was back, my mother agreed to sign everything over to him. We were eating dinner, Eli was staying the night and I remember dad was in a great mood because he was drunk. I just assumed it was because we bought this place and were moving soon.” Axton pauses, staring down at his plate, his hand fisting around the knife.
“This packhouse?” I ask him. Axton nods.
“Yeah, mom was excited; she said this place w
