When she finally looks up, there are tears in her eyes. My heart constricts in my chest. My mate went through so much for something that wasn't her fault. They all just blamed her instantly, a seven-year-old girl. This tale is as old as time and fucking ridiculous! 

" My pack thought I was cursed," she chuckles. There is no humor in her laugh, only pain. " Maybe they are right because when Rory forced himself on me, um, when he sexually abused me, I killed him. It wasn't my intention, but I was so mad, and next thing he's begging me to stop and starts to cough out blood,"

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