Darius POV
She strode in, her hair billowing behind her, her footsteps loud on the floor, a determined expression on her face. I cringed, knowing that she probably wanted to talk about something important, her eyes red and puffy. Ever since Sophie's death my mother has been inconsolable, made worse by the fact that Clarissa had disappeared from the pack and her miserable excuse of a husband, or rather ex-husband, was still an alcoholic who was continuing to drink and not phased by his daughter's death at all. I was, of course, relieved to discover my mother didn't believe I had anything to do with Sophie's death or I would no doubt, be locked away in the dungeon by now.
Oh, I knew Clarissa had been suspicious, always poking her nose into my business and asking pointed questions about th
