Isabella
I furrowed my eyebrows while still watching them from the slightly open door.
“It all started on a Thursday evening,” Evelyn said. “Your father returned from a few days' journey, but that evening he returned looking miserable. It was the first time I had ever seen a werewolf drunk.
He had blood stains on his hands and clothes. I knew he had murdered someone but I didn't ask. At least not after a few days. He never spoke to anyone, not even me or the betas. All he did was lock himself in his room and remain there from nightfall to dawn.
It took a while before he got on his feet again, but when I presented you and your sister to him. He wouldn't touch you. His eyes were cold towards you but he smiled at your sister and carried her in his arms.
I thought you must have done some
