I thought I knew everything about them. Well, not everything, but at least I thought I had the basics pat down like that they were my family and they were murderers. It was enough knowing those two things because I struggled t grasp those concepts, unable to make sense why they were the truth.
My soul felt like it was wandering around a huge expanse of desert for years, hoping to find something to quench my thirst of who my family was—who the Rosewood pack was. Yet I suddenly found myself caught in a sinkhole I could not see nor get myself out of for months. Then when I finally did, I thought anything I would learn about them would be nothing compared to what I knew the first time.
Oh, how I was so wrong.
Gabe was my brother but his mother was not my mother. It was simple. It just meant
