Fang's POV
Talking to my family was like talking to a wall. I hated the distance between us, but no matter how I tried to explain to them that what our dad had done was wrong and that he needed to face the consequences of his actions, they just didn't get it. Warning them against helping him kept falling on deaf ears, I could tell they weren't listening to me. I did my best to try and see if any of them was working with dad in any way, but even if I was sure they would help him without a second thought, it was also obvious he hadn't spoken to any of them, and they were angry about it, and blaming me for that.
It was hard to be in charge of a pack, and it was even harder when your own family was against you. I could tell they were plotting something. They had been making trouble al
