"My mother helped protect my sister and luckily we were raised together." He continues with a small smile, his eyes brightening as he talks about this sister I now want to meet.
"What happened to your mother if you don't mind me asking." I whisper quietly, seeing the sadness replace the brightness in his emerald green eyes.
"He beat her to death as well. I was fifteen at the time and she was tired of the abuse. I guess walking into their room after negotiating a treaty to find him buried deep in one of her so called friends was the straw the broke her." The sadness in his eyes turn to anger and I watch as his fists clench. I think back to my own mother and what the ladies of the pack told me about her. She died giving birth to me, her body weak from the beatings received from my fa
