I stay seated on the ground, holding my mate close as he just held me protectively even though his head was dropped on my shoulder. My eyes are fixated at my younger brother at the doorway who was pale in fear.
"Trevor!", the female cries, "Help us! Your sister has lost her mind!! She stabbed your father!!"
Gulping away the lump that formed in my throat, I shake my head, "T-Trevor... I...d-didn't..." Tears spring into my eyes.
"She's lying!", the she-wolf shouts, "Look at her hand! She is still holding the knife! And that is your father's blood!!" I instantly look down at the blade covered in crimson fluid before dropping it.
I look up back at my brother in panic, "Trevor... Believe me... It's not what it looks like..."