Chapter Ninety Five

Hodges

I never asked for the life I was given. My earliest memories were not pleasant. There was only violence and anger lingering behind every breath.

My father was a repulsive man; he ruled our house with an iron fist. I was terrified of him. He never let me enjoy my childhood. He rarely let me around people, but I didn’t mind that. It’s not like I really wanted to be around the people in my pack, but the option would have been nice.

My mother died before I had a chance to remember her. Sometimes when I fall asleep, I hear someone singing. Even though I didn’t know its words, the song was so familiar, but it always ended the same way, with a blood-curdling scream.

I stopped screaming a long time ago. I knew that voice wasn’t mine. Part of me always wondered if that was my mother singing...and screaming. Why did she haunt me, though? What did I ever do to her for her terrorize my only escape from my father?

My father was mentally, emotionally, and