Harper’s POV
My father glares at me like I’ve committed a crime. The heat coming out of his eyes right now sends a small shiver skittering down my spine as memories of that glare resurface.
I realize that he’s never liked me, but to make such a baseless accusation like this, in front of the leaders of our pack is uncalled for. For so many years, I was on the receiving end of his hatred, and it was for no reason.
He’s always been biased towards Sierra while treating me like I was worth less than her.
“How are you such a snake, Henry?” I ask, dropping Logan’s arm and fully facing my father.
His mouth drops open at my use of his name instead of a more respectful title.
“You are to address me properly, girl,” he growls, even more angry now. The room around us quiets down, no doubt pa
