After returning to the wolf pack, she went mad with regret for killing my wolf father's wife for her childhood sweetheart.

The wolf who raised me tore Genevieve's childhood friend's favorite white shirt.

In response, she called a butcher to cut off the wolf's paws and throw him into acid.

I held him, barely clinging to life, and shouted at Genevieve.

"I told you wolves raised me. How is this any different than severing my own father's limbs?"

But Genevieve just stared at me coldly while shielding Asher's eyes.

"You’re just a stray my stepfather picked up from who knows where, trying to deceive me with your words!"

The wolf struggled, bloodied, to crawl towards me. I crawled over and held him close.