I couldn't remember the last time Hawke and I had a conversation. He was Raymond's son, the guy my father had left in charge when he went off on his travels. Raymond had been holding the pack together and Hawke had been helping.
Why was he so angry at me?
“What happened to your arms?" I asked as I rubbed my temples. My headache was going away quickly.
“Like you don't know!" he growled, spitting on the ground at my feet.
“I really don't," I shrugged. Slowly, I stood up and brushed the dirt off my pants.
“You f*****g cunt! If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened!" He nodded toward me, his entire body shaking with fury. “Don't play dumb, b***h!"
“What in the world are you talking about!"
Hawke lunged at me again and rammed his shoulder into my chest. My lungs seized
