Shari
I walked to the far end of the barn and began preparing the horses’ evening feed, but my hands were moving on autopilot.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Sandi’s stupid joke.
Maybe he has mommy issues.
Under any other circumstances, I would have laughed.
Instead, the words had cut straight through me.
Because if anyone had mommy issues, it was Kayden.
And if his choice of Zelda really did have something to do with our mother…
then Sandi’s joke wasn’t funny at all.
It was painfully close to the truth.
I stared down at the feed scoop in my hand.
Kayden was my older brother.
My Alpha.
The man everyone in this pack feared.
And the same man who had spent most of his life blaming me for something I hadn’t caused.
Our mother died giving birth to me.
I had been a helpless baby.
