Saskia’s POV
I was so scared when I left the pack house, it wasn’t easy to get passed all the security but I managed it. I was not about to miss my mothers funeral for anyone.
I could not even look at my so called father at my mothers funeral. He stood at the back with his head hung most of the time. I couldn’t let him ruin her day.
Even after the funeral when everyone had gone on to the wake, I could not bare to attend that and plaster a fake smile on my face around people that I hardly even knew, people that acted as if they were so sad at the loss of my mother.
I looked up feeling someone behind me. I was shocked at the person standing there.
She looked so much like her!
That could only mean one thing.
He lied.
My dad had lied about my mum dying.
Why would he do that to
