Genevieve:
“Dad, we have to go to the Red Vox pack,” I told my father that Ron had offered us his pack to stay at. My father had been so down ever since we lost our pack.
“I should have remained in my senses,” my father sighed, his eyes still wet from the tears. I sat down with him and held his hand, making him turn his head to look at me.
“You can't be upset about it for too long. Whatever happened, happened. You couldn’t change anything. How can we fight against magic?” I gave him a pitying look, and he instantly looked away. I could tell he was having a hard time looking me in the eye. But I didn’t blame him for anything anymore. Especially not after it was revealed that he wasn’t in control of himself all these years.
Monique had messed with everyone. She used my father to hurt oth
