CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY
If my life wasn’t shitty enough, now I find out I may be a defective Righ?
“Oh, crap,” I lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “This is perfect. Just what I needed.”
Fera is long gone while I sit here, feeling guilty for something that isn’t even my fault.
I let out a long breath.
There is anger within me as well and I let it fester for a few minutes.
Again, Balin took something precious from me. The last remnants of my brother, of my childhood, of my parents.
Those letters had held the key to my past, the truth about who I was and why my brother and James lied to me. He mentioned that he had seen someone in our town looking for me and he had been terrified for my safety.
Who?
It couldn’t have been the rogues who killed my entire pack. They didn’t know what I was.
I turn on my side and look out the window.
Damien isn’t back yet from wherever he went to sulk.