#Chapter37
A War is Coming
His focus should be on our impending doom and our life from here on in, and not whatever this is. Reminiscing the 'good old days' and adding weight to why he will never rebuild trust with his chosen 'mate'. He's not exactly acting like he cares about doing it from what I've seen.
/"Don't be stupid. How could I not remember the Alpha son of Lord Santo. I've known who you were since birth./" I answer with dripping sarcasm. He's starting to grate on me now. I mean we share every single memory each harbor, so it's pretty dumb telling me I wouldn't know something that he does. Or that I didn't remember him all these years. How could I forget the guy who walked around for ten of them, like our lord, and king? How could I not know the son of the man who ordered my kind into exile.
