Chapter 88

Alison. I kicked at a stone in anger as I watched my father walk rigidly ahead of me, his jaw clenched in anger. The luxury of our former life within the Crest pack felt like a distant dream, slipping further away with each step we took into the forest. The memory of our hasty departure from Crest haunted me. It was the night Tyler, that brute, had launched his vicious attack on our pack, leaving a trail of blood and destruction in his wake. Ethan fell victim to his savagery, and with his death, my dreams shattered like fragile glass. My father had made the decision to run from Crest pack, afraid that Arya would come after him now that she was reunited with her pack, which now annoyingly included Crest pack. Why the fuck does the think Arya would come after us? After all, she had taken from us? Why was he so afraid of what she could do? That wretched girl, with her pitiful existence, had robbed me of everything that was important to me. She was the reason we were forced to abandon