Chapter 217

• “What are you doing here?” I stood at the doorway with the door ajar and my heart in my throat.
• “Close the door,” his gruff voice commanded as he stood, his head almost touching my ceiling.
• For my eighteenth birthday, my father kicked me out of his mansion. It was something he wanted to do since the day I was born but could not until I was old enough. After that, I moved to a cubicle in the pack house, a small room with only a tiny window and no lighting at the back of the pack house. I have stayed here for the past three years but tomorrow, with my little savings, I would be out of this pack forever.