Chapter 13

Beth’s POV

"Fifty seven wolves were killed. Ten mates were kidnapped, and six never made it home. My dad, he got them all killed. He gave them away to the rogues, he ruined our pack! He might as well have killed those people himself!" I sob, pressing my hands over my face as I bend my head down.

"He betrayed us. And he never came back. I don’t know if he’ s out there, somewhere, still wandering drunk and calling for my mother, but he’s dead to me. You know why?

"Because he killed one more person that day, one that they didn’t count when they tallied the casualties.

"He killed me.

"He took the trust, the respect, even the LOVE that my pack had for me, and he threw it away! All they could see were his mistakes, all of the horrible things that he had done, when they looked into my eyes – the ones that I inherited from him. He should have just killed me … I wish he had."