"My mother was the first to die."
When I say this, I don't look at him. I don't want to see him. But I know he is looking at me. He is always looking at me.
"My father, the alpha, had been losing sleep for months before. He was different. Colder. He used to be so warm. He had always been proud of his family." I sigh deeply. "He loved my mother decently. They weren't real mates, but both alphas before the start of our pack. It was a good match and they were both tired of waiting."
"A forced mating," Marcus mused beside me.
"Yes. But if it was forced, they never let their children know. Leon and I were clueless to the problems going on in their mating."
Marcus slowly crouches down so we see eye to eye. My heart stutters and I look away.
"My beta...was the next to be killed." I swallo
