Luke
Stepping over the threshold of my childhood home, I smell the familiar scent of bourbon and cigar smoke floating in the air. Clearly, my father’s nightly routine hasn’t stopped.
“Sharon!” my father shouts, his belligerent voice coming from the living room. “Are you back from patrol?”
I pause my footsteps, looking at Maya, who furrows her brows. Her eyes glaze over for a moment, most likely trying to see if anyone had run into my mother. When her gaze returns to normal, she mouths the words ‘captured earlier’ to me, and I sigh in relief. It seems my mother is taking a nice drug-induced nap with the other wolves who supported Kazil.
“Sharon? Answer me, you stupid w***e!”
Maya and Dan wince, their concerned gaze turning to me. I shake my head, already used to the abuse my father hu
