A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
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He blew out a frustrated breath and slammed the book face-down on the table. He couldn't even focus on the words on the paper.
You're fucking useless.
A coward.
Those words wouldn't go away in his head, and no matter how he tried to assure himself that he wasn't--that he had spent the last decade of his life delivering justice to the innocent wronged--he couldn't escape his past. Not in his mind, anyway, because everything he had gone through as a child still echoed in nightmares, and words that triggered memories.
He knew his twisted family was still out there, hurting innocent wolves, and here he was. Too coward to go back, too afraid to face his past, and what that Alpha had said yesterday was beginning to sound more and more true. He was just pretending to be useful, when in reality he was avoiding the biggest problem that was not only his own, but an entire werewolf community now.
The Conquistador Pack was out of control, that much he had learned from his sources. A poison that swept through the community and thousands of lives were lost to cruel acts of injustice. He knew his father was leading them, or even his brother, and their pack was big enough that nobody could rival them.
Not the mention, with the rumor of a she-wolf with a gift from the Moon Goddess, he knew the greed of his twisted family would only drive the rivers of blood deeper into the soil. He knew that was the cause of the so-said brink of war, as the she-wolf promised power. He knew his twisted family would never stop, the bloodshed would never end, not until someone stopped them.
And he wanted revenge, but he was scared.
With a sigh, he leaned forward on the table and gripped the roots of his hair. He stared out the window for a long moment, admiring the view of the wilderness that sheltered his broken soul, but he couldn't escape his dark thoughts. They had been swirling and disturbing, forcing him to confront things he had ignored ever since he left Conquistador.
He wanted revenge for every reason possible but when he imagined standing in front of his father, he felt himself crumbling. The tough shell he had built around himself, the idea that he was a free wolf with free will, crumbled into that scared little boy who took the fists of his angry father before the age of six. That boy stilled lived in him, trembling whenever he thought of Braxton, and it was like a mental block.
He was a victim who couldn't face his abuser.
He heard the door of his library open, and he quickly tried to compose himself. He had built this library with his bare hands, right after he discovered the magic of books. It was like having the knowledge of the world in his hands, and he spent many hours visiting different worlds in the ink. It had become a passion for him while he relearned about the world around him, and the worlds beyond, which in a way, teased his childhood imagination.
