Chapter 97. The Past

“What?” it’s like every cell in my body stops as a deathly silence fills the air, shock stilling my thoughts, my lungs ceasing to move, and you can hear a pin drop as his words sink in slowly—so fucking slow.

Juan executed my family. They didn’t die in battle.

That’s a lie. It can’t be true because they weren’t the only pack never to return. The entire Whyte line, among others, all died protecting our kind. For God’s sake, it was a war, and we had many casualties. Did Juan kill them all, too?

The doc has to be playing me, lying to mess with my head for some kind of ulterior motive, and I’m falling for it. Perhaps I was wrong to trust him, and this is all a ploy to break me down and get intel he thinks I may have… but how would he know her name? Maybe it’s a test to see if I’m strong enough to turn, despite being in this isolation tank.

I take a much-needed breath as I begin to suffocate under the pressure of my mounting emotions, realizing I wasn’t inhaling o