***CONTENT WARNING!!!*** Depictions and mention of s****l assault along with emotional distress are depicted in this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.
Breakfast went as well as it could have. Mac, Max, and Dad were all asking questions and Dad kept mind linking me throughout the meal asking me about Isabella and Stacy. Needless to say, I had to warn Dad prior to the meal not to be too outrageous, since Stacy is a human. Immediately after breakfast, Stacy and Noah left and we were all able to speak more freely.
“So, Isabella, correct?” She nods her head and my father keeps going. “I’m Alpha Walter of Blue Moon Pack. Liam is my son, Mac is my daughter, and Max is my godson for lack of a better term. So, how old are you?”
I watch as she swallows compulsively and lowers her head to
