Rowen didn’t move.
"But I don’t know what the f**k you’re talking about."
Silence.
I pressed on, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I was eight years old when I was taken in by Alpha Darius of Bloodmoon. That’s all I know. My only memories of being there are of the night I watched him die." My throat tightened. "I don’t remember what it was like before, but I do remember the pain of losing him."
Rowen’s face remained unreadable, but I didn’t care.
"I only remember the cruelty I suffered at the hands of The Luna and Alpha Grant." My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. "I was told my mother was a w***e—but something tells me that isn’t true. But none of that matters, does it? Because to them, I was just a freak. A wolfless nothing. And just a few months ago, they
