Chapter 117

• Evelyn Emerson.
• And I swore to avenge my parents each and everyday. My heart became hard as stone and in order to be able to fulfill my promise to them, I had to kill my emotions and act like a beast. I didn't get over my grief, I didn't want to, I wanted to use it as a weapon against the culprit.
• I was happy after hearing that instead of killing her, they had chosen to make her the Pack's slave instead. I had reasoned that death was simply too good for someone as evil as her and I sought to make her life a living nightmare, so much so that she would beg for death but I would make sure not to give her that luxury. She would have to pay. I had thought.