Haiden:
I was going through hell in the exact moments when Mrs. Fiona was telling me what Clementine's father had done to my sister.
"I think we should stop referring to him as that," my wolf argued. "He doesn't deserve to be the father of such an amazing daughter."
He was right. It didn't seem like Clementine took after her father. It had to be her mother, because her father—he was just a fucking monster.
"But it's fine. Tonight will be the last night he gets to breathe open air, thinking he could be the king," my wolf added, and I began to nod.
I had been hiding behind the curtains for a while now, probably ten minutes. Troy was under the bed, and Clementine was somewhere near the changing partition.
It was a big room, and they had prepared quite a bit to enjoy the night. There was alcohol, some drugs were placed around, and there were other things used in bondage.
