Jolie pov
I walk past them toward my father who flinches as I approach.
"Are you hurt?" I ask.
"Physically? No." He swallows hard. "But watching you... seeing what you've become... I don't know you anymore."
"You never did." I touch his arm gently, checking for injuries anyway. "You saw weakness where there was strength. Shame where there was resilience. A failure where there was a divine vessel waiting to emerge."
"I should have seen it." His voice breaks. "I'm your father. I should have protected you, not..."
"Not tortured me?" I finish. "Not let the pack abuse me for years? Not tried to trade me to Thorne?"
He flinches at each accusation. "I was wrong. About everything."
"Yes. You were." I step back. "And now you get to live with that knowledge. I'm not going to judge you with
