Cassie.
Evil. It wasn’t a word I had ever associated with my family because it wasn’t something I had ever seen. Of course, we all had our issues, but my parents were the most caring people I had ever known. They went above and beyond for people all the time and ran our pack fairly. To hear this man, who was caged, proclaim my family was evil was wrong.
“Don’t you dare speak about my family. You don’t even know them.”
Narrowing my gaze, I watched amusement dance on his face.
“Oh, but I do. Your father’s were always a pain in the ass growing up. They wanted everything and gave nothing. That is, until your mother came along. She had them all sort of messed up.”
“You’re here and in prison. How could you possibly know my parents or even have met them? They have never been here before.” I was tired of hearing this man spewing nonsense. Pulling upon the chains again, I growled with irritation. “Let me go.”
