Kyle's POV
The next few days that followed was pure torture. My dad came down the dungeon several times, shifted into his wolf, and beat the crap out of me, until the only strength left in me was to breathe.
My healing was insanely slow, and that was thanks to the substance he asked me to drink in the name of helping with my healing.
With each beating section, came new revelations of his deep seeded hatred for me. He didn't fail to remind me how I've ruined his life and tainted his bloodline.
At first I took the blame wholeheartedly, if only I had died while my mother gave birth to me, or better still I was never conceived in the first place, but as the days went by, a hatred for my dad began to sprout it's head. And in the weeks that followed after that all I wanted to do was sink my
