Chapter 11. Needing Clarity

Ainsley

The confrontation with Liam doesn’t leave my head over the next few days.

The hatred in his eyes as he spoke of my father, the bitterness at speaking his name. What could my father have possibly done to my mate? Had he somehow figured out who Liam was and tried to hurt him in order to keep him from seeking me out and claiming me?

I’ve heard of stories in the past of that happening, times when alliances between packs were forged in blood rather than through conversations. They were horrifying tales that used to keep me up at night, even with my grandmother trying to soothe me to sleep.

As sad as it is to admit, my father is certainly capable of some heinous things. He rules Redmoon with an iron fist, seldomly letting anyone have even an inch of control. He’s always been that way, too caught up in being an overbearing pack alpha than letting us thrive on our own.

I used to think when I was little how lucky we were to have a pack alpha who c