Ramsey
How could they not be aware that their daughter was attacked? The thought angered me more than I cared to admit.
"What do you mean you weren't aware?" I demanded, my frustration deepening. "Is that how little you care about her? What kind of parents are you?"
Her parents shifted uncomfortably, both of them lowering their gazes, including their daughter.
"Alpha!" her father began. "Most of the time, we don't understand Lyla. She's always been closed off and rarely…"
"Rarely does what?" I cut him off, and my patience was wearing thin. "Your daughter, the one you're supposed to protect and care for?"
Lenny placed a hand on my arm, a silent reminder to maintain my composure, but I shrugged it off. Lyla's absence, her family's indifference – everything was pissing me off.
