VINCENT POV
FUCK! I had to get out. The more she talked, the closer the walls were getting, sucking the air right out of that room. I shifted as soon as I stepped outside, shredding my clothes, and ran the perimeter.
How could a man do that to a girl… to his own f*****g daughter?
My wolf wants to rampage! He had my mate raped! If I ever see him again, I will kill him- laws be damned, I will kill that son of a b***h!
The whole time she talked, it was as if she was telling someone else’s story and not her own. If I didn’t see her hands shake, I would think she didn’t care that it happened. But it did, and she was scared, and it still runs her no matter how hard she hides it.
Growing up in all that mess and suffering alone- I couldn’t imagine. No one taught her how to embrace
