“What the fuck did I do?’’ I hear the sound of my father's voice as soon as I enter the room. He seems to be conversing with himself. Something he hardly ever does unless he is having a nightmare about the day my sister died. Today however he's standing in front of the mirror in our living room, reprimanding himself or something.

“What did I f*cking do? I should have told them that…’’

Suddenly, his head flips in my direction and the color of his eyes direct to darker ones. His wolf is almost emerging and I haven't seen my father in this state of anger before.

“You little bitch,...