CHAPTER 62

Russel wasn’t sure how to begin. He had spent so many years, so many hard and painful years, trying to block the memory from his mind. He’d erected wall after thick wall inside his head to stop himself from going completely crazy. And now he was about to bring those walls crashing down. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, even harder than the fight against his father. He wanted to stall, to keep hesitating, to do anything to not have to force himself to relive that horrible moment. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Lola told him. Already he could feel tears start to fill his eyes but he wasn’t ashamed of them. He let them fall. “The first thing you need to know about werewolves is that weakness is a sin. An unforgivable sin. Show weakness of any kind and it will come back to hurt you,” Russel started to say and as he did, that horrible day started to bash through each of the walls, making them crumble as if struck with a sledgehammer. He saw flashba