Chapter 93

• All slaughtered by Juan and his trusted sub-pack, his elders, his closest. Those he now wears like a shroud to lead from behind on the mountain. Which meant Sierra saw it all too, as his Luna; she was by his side at all times and followed him into battle. None of them jumped to defend her because they were just as guilty as her mate.
• My mother, father, brother, and grandparents are all gone at Juan’s hand, and I cannot contain the fury growing within me as my mind puts the pieces together, and it all adds up. The return of the wolves saw everything change, and they ripped children like me away from guardian families who had vowed to care for us and pushed us into that home, except for me. Vampires slaughtered my guardians, the last of the Whytes, in the middle of the night. I now wonder if that was a lie, too.
• We went from being cared for, cherished by wolves who opened their homes to us, all while our families fought, to being almost outlawed in a way. By Santo wolves who spread the word that the war was nearly lost because of our bloodlines. They told them not to respect us as the remaining legacy of fallen heroes but to leave us to fade out and kill an impure invasion on future generations. They started the second they returned, pushing all of us into that dark side of the mountain and maintaining we were cursed.