Chapter 4
As the car pulled away, Damian’s figure grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, until he disappeared completely into the rain.
Leo was still fuming.
“After everything he’s done to you, why do you still go back to see them?”
I turned my head and watched the rain roll down the window, tracing lines across the glass like tears.
It took me a long time before I finally whispered, “You don’t understand… They weren’t like this… In the past…”
Leo didn’t believe me. By the time he had met me, Damian and Ethan both only had their eyes on Vivian.
“It’s true,” I repeated one more time, my tone earnest. “They used to treat me so well.”
On those cold, hungry nights in the orphanage, it was Damian who first taught me how to fight and survive like a real wolf. He would give me the softest part of the bread he fought for while gnawing on the tough crusts himself. He would shield me from bullies with his scrawny frame, and then make it sound like it was nothing.
“Don’t worry. A real werewolf warrior would never let their charge get hurt, right?”
And Ethan…
Despite being the reserved one, he would save his meal for me whenever I was punished and denied food. On nights when I had a fever and started mumbling, he would never leave my side as he cooled my forehead with damp towels.
They had once been my whole reason for living.
The only light in my world.
Yet… All that changed a year ago, when Vivian appeared.
She had arrived at our pack, claiming to be a Rogue who had been driven out by other Rogues. Damian and Ethan took her in out of sympathy, moved by their childhood as strays.
