Chapter 62

• Mutterings, bad mouthing and curses pointed towards the wooden stage at the back of the pack house alerted me to my father’s entrance; cast in silver chains by two over-muscled members of the security team; now seated on a metal chair, further chains attached to him.
• I was being pulled to the side, away from the crowds by Deacon, my sister in tow, gripping my hand tightly almost to the point of pain.
• We were at the side of the stage; Declan rushes towards us and places a hand on my shoulder, giving a tight smile; he knew this wasn’t something I wanted to witness. Despite what my dad had done, despite him near killing Deacon, I didn’t want to stand here and watch him die right before my eyes- I still had a heart.