Quinn looked at her father as he walked into her room, crying. “I’m sorry, Quinn.”
He fell to his knees in front of the bed she laid on, and the door closed on its own accord behind him. “This is all my fault, I should’ve known, I should’ve done something. I-I just…I tried so hard not to believe it, I wanted it to be a lie…all of it. And during my time of delusion, you got hurt. If I’d done something sooner, your wolf would’ve been fine.”
“Dad…” Quinn called his name lowly, not looking into his eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“I’m not…but I figured I wouldn’t have been able to confront Kathrine while being sober, so I drank a little. I’m sorry, Quinn.”
“It’s alright dad, it wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t mom’s either…it was entirely my fault. I knew from the start too, I was the one who w
