28. The Mark
LORELAI
“Lorelai. I was hoping you would arrive. Just in time to see me slaughter your new family.” My father smirked, and I closed my fists, anger coiling through me.
“They’re more of a family to me than you ever were.”
“But they are not blood.”
“That doesn’t matter,” I bit back, but my father just snickered.
“Naive little winter born, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he said patronizingly, and I pursed my lips, my eyes narrowing on him.
He was such an arrogant prick. I was glad I hadn’t known him growing up. If I had, maybe I would be on the other side of this war.
But my mother’s influence flowed in me, and there was no way I was backing down and letting my father destroy the pack I was meant to be a part of.
They may have taken awhile to warm up, but they were my f
