ERIC
Good.
That was exactly how to get under his skin. Mentioning Kain. The best part of him. The son created from love.
The heir who would carry on his legacy while I remained the stain that tainted it.
Kain was my father's pride. His firstborn. The son he proudly introduced to every Alpha who visited our pack.
My father let out a low growl as he stalked closer.
The vein along his jaw pulsed violently beneath his skin, so tense it looked ready to burst. His teeth were bared openly now.
"This is the last time you ever mention your brother's name in a filthy place like this," he snarled.
"And what if I it's not?" I shot back bitterly.
Without warning, my father yanked me away from the wall, only to slam me back into it even harder.
Pain exploded through the back of my skull. The pressure against my throat shifted. His forearm disappeared, replaced by his hand.
