CALLUM THORNE
I slammed my fist on my desk and watched the glass fill with cobweb-like cracks under the force of the blow.
That day wasn't going well at all.
Well, actually, the last year wasn't going well, but since Meghan and my b***h of a mother had managed to get away, things had gotten progressively worse.
I still couldn't believe it: somehow, a wolfless kid, a slave, and a retired old woman had managed to escape a full army of wolves and trackers, happily leaving my lands almost undisturbed.
They're not just a kid and an old woman, a part of me reminded me.
No, they weren't - my mother was the former Luna, and Meghan could be wolfless, useless, and weak, but she was anything but stupid, and she had received a stellar education: I very well remembered the afternoons spent secret
