Sofia’s cream colored eyes were swirling with darker flecks of brown, her anger apparent on her face even as she did not move an inch. I repeated my question, making sure to tighten the hand I had on her arm that was elbow deep in my stomach, pushing power into my words so she would be forced to answer. “I am asking you, why the hell are you looking for my father?”
“Aren’t you nosy?” she scoffed. “A child like you has no cause to be asking the grown ups for answers to questions you know you can’t handle once you hear them.”
Whatever patience I may have had before was erased the moment she started talking and not about what I asked. This was my father she was looking for. Someone who I have been searching for in my entire life, along with the rest of my family. My pack was the only thing
