Chapter Seventy-Seven – Doesn’t add up.
Jarma smirked in disbelief but seeing Nathan’s worried and honest expression, he realized he didn’t actually know.
“The foxes grew a habit of stealing from wolf packs.”
Nathan’s eyes fluttered, he looked away from Jarma. The foxes stole from packs? He knew werewolves hated theft around their pack. It felt like the foxes were looking trouble.
“And the fox leader had killed two wolfs. Your sister’s mate and his own sister, her best friend. That was what fueled the massacre.”
It felt like a bomb was dropped on Nathan. He slowly turned to Jarma. The words echoed in his head and he sighed, holding his head in his hands.
So the foxes killed Luciana’s mate and his sister? That was how her mate had died? That what was fueled her pain and anger?
He wasn’t safe. He felt ashamed to be part of such clan. They had wanted their extinction.
