Hunter’s POV:
The Elders, Justin and I all decided to take a break from discussing what to do with the pack. I think Justin went to go check how wrecked my room was last night. I wanted to go with him but decided to go to my fathers room instead. The wooden door remains locked in front of me as I fiddle with the key in my hand. Behind this door is the room my father used to beat me to a pulp in. Where he would slap my mother across the face. Where I was locked in the closet while my mother screamed from what my father was doing to her.
I put the key in the door and unlocked it. Dust particles swirl in the air, illuminated by the light from the window. I take a deep breath and expect to smell my father’s musty cologne, but it just smells like mildew and alcohol. The floor is sticky as I
