My fingers tightened around my mug, and the easy humour between us faded.
I could have lied. I had spent seven years doing precisely that, giving people enough truth to satisfy their curiosity while keeping the important parts buried. However, Damon wasn't looking at me like an Alpha demanding answers from someone under his roof. He seemed to genuinely want to understand.
"My father was murdered when I was eighteen. Theron Vale, Alpha of Ashbourne Pack, supposedly betrayed his people. At least, that was the story everyone was given." I began.
Damon remained quiet, allowing me to continue.
"By the time I realised what was happening, people were already calling me a traitor. Some of my father's supporters disappeared, others turned against him, and I couldn't tell who was involved. Stayi
