“Did he think you would be a puppet forever? That he would be able to control you as you grew older?”
Ethan scoffs and drives his fingers through his hair with a sharp exhale. The frustration tightens his body, making him go stiff under my touch, so I reach my arm around and rub my hand up and down his back.
“Yes and no. He didn’t see me as a person anymore. I was a tool, a weapon, he could sharpen to help him reach a higher status. I’m not sure what he thought would happen when I took over, but I couldn’t blindly follow him anymore. There were things I wanted to do and people I wanted to help that he didn’t even look at,” Ethan says, sitting back. “He was too focused on power that it blinded him to the true need of Lycans and humans.”
The fact that he thought- and still thinks- abou
