Daphne
I’ve never been a particularly spiritual person. I was raised to believe that a goddess watched over shifters, but at some point, maybe when I lost both my parents at such a tender young age, it all became more of a sentimental myth than actual reality.
I stood in that bleak room that was half intensive care unit, half prison cell. I looked down on that vile creature on the bed, while I breathed in the stench of his half-dead body. My first instinct was to feel sorry for Avery Levesque. But when I was reminded of everything he had done, to my mate, to my best friend, any sympathy drained away into pure revulsion.
But when Nash so sweetly pointed out that Louis had us now, I was struck by a singular thought. Louis had lost a wife, a child and for all intents and purposes, a broth
