Chapter 83. A Strong Resolution

Hermione

Coming back to the place I once called home had nostalgia shaking me to my wits, and having to stay away from Rolan for a few more days, questioned what I thought was the bane of my existence.

It was evening when I got here so I headed for our pack house which had become a shadow of itself.

It was more than a year already, but I could still remember vividly how my father was murdered. The bodies that fell like a pack of cards during the battle remained glued to my memory.

I was supposed to be their Alpha, but Rolan didn't allow me. He subjected me to pain, and even when I thought I'd healed, he reopened them again.

It was hard for me to forgive him, and I couldn't tell why.

As I located our dining room, which had become a shadow of itself, tears gathered in my eyes. That was the last place my father and I had our last conversation before I lost him.

Each memory that flashed in my mind made me weaker by the minute as I