~Jenetta’s PoV~
Though I only ate a few bites of my meal, my stomach feels like lead as I walk ahead of Tamir back to the barn. When I asked for his story, I hoped it would be less terrible than Bastian’s. I thought there couldn’t be anything as awful. Bastian’s pack had been the only one I remembered seeing paraded through our territory, so naively, I thought that Tamir’s story wouldn’t be as bad.
I was wrong.
He lost everyone and everything dear to him because of my father.
I can understand how he felt, in a way, since I’m now on my own too, but it’s different. I lost my family because of their actions, both my sister and my father. Tamir’s family did nothing wrong. They were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I think I know what pack he’s talking about too. I’ve always
