Audrey’s POV
I laid on the worn-down cot against the wall staring up at the ceiling. I haven’t been able to stop replaying that day over and over in my mind since Damien told me what happened. I just don’t know why I didn’t let him explain, I’ve always wanted to know the reason behind everything.
When I was old enough to learn the laws of the pack I used to sit there for hours asking my dad to explain why we had each and every rule, and if he didn’t know, which was a lot more often than it should’ve been, I’d wait for him to check the elder books.
If I had just let him get more than four words out everything could’ve been different, I’d be home with Jordan, Eva wouldn't have cut our link, and I wouldn’t be locked in a cell of the most ruthless pack since the dark ages.
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