The Pack

All at once, I see the pieces come together like a puzzle. Their faces when they killed my father, bloodthirsty and vile. The raw terror in my mother's eyes before their light went dark. I see Will's eyes trained on me and knowing now whether he wanted to hold me or tear me apart. These intertwined complexities have never been about the drugs, the money, or even the bloodlust. These men, this Pack drools over plans far more sinister. They see an entire empire built on my flesh.
This book he wrote is no puzzle. It is a series of shards reflecting a reality so unforgiving it can barely hold itself together.
These wolves, it was never my father they wanted.
It was me.