Bianca
I suppressed a groan when we stepped into the Lycan King’s office and the first face I saw was an all-too-familiar one.
“Bianca,” my father’s Beta said, standing. His eyes flicked to my bare feet, then to Isaac’s dirty clothes. “You look… Well.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. My father’s beta, Arthur, was a stout and red-faced man with a “mean streak a mile wide”, as my mother used to say. I’d never liked him, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he looked like a red little toad.
Once my father became too preoccupied with Vera and his new wife to bother with punishing me, he started employing Arthur to do it for him. Arthur became my father’s hammer, so to speak, and I was the nail to be forced into place.
The man had locked me in my bedroom, “grounding” me
