My eyes flick instinctively to Beta Jackson after my confession. At first he stands emotionless, turning pale as he ask in disbelief “my daughter?”
I was choking on my words as a whisper escaped my lips “Yes sir”
I swear I saw a fight unfold before my eyes. It was a mental battle as I saw his eyes interchangeably flash colors. His wolf, fueled by anger and revenge could easily overpower the weaken leader I had become and I knew my parents were not in the frame of mind to help me if he ever pounced. They were going through their own turmoil and I was the main cause. Beta Jackson’s knuckles lost blood circulation as he forcefully curled his fist into a ball, his nails digging into the palm of his hand. His shoulders violently heaved as he fought to control himself as he spoke again “Where
