Chapter twenty-two

Elias’ pov

Both my parents were equally pissed and righteously so. My dad played bad cop and shouted at me. While my mother sat me down and talked to me in a calm voice, clearly good cop. But it worked, I knew they were disappointed. But there wasn’t much they could do to punish me at this point. I was almost 18 and tomorrow I would be King of the werewolves. I would basically be in charge of them, even though I would never say that out loud. I told my mother ‘honestly mama, I am so confused. I barely know her, but for a while I suspected she might be my mate. Her scent drives me crazy and we had our moments together. But most of the time she spent at the packhouse she was really angry with me, for no clear reason. I don’t believe she’s an evil person. You don’t have to worry. I am not delusional, I know it would be ridiculous to still have feelings for someone after they tried to kill you. But I couldn’t let her sit there and be hurt by papa and perhaps killed afte