Eve’s stomach tightened. “Is she… dead?”

Lucas didn’t answer. He just looked at Eve’s face as if the answer was there, and he couldn’t bring himself to say it even though he could see it. He looked… tormented.

“She’s not the only reason I hate my father. But she was the final trigger, the turning point in my life. I left the pack after declaring my hatred for him and swore to build my own.”

Eve looked at Chase. His chubby cheeks, tiny lips, and small clenched fists resting on his chest. She couldn’t imagine that one day he would grow up and face the same complexities of life as...