Ramsey
My hands went limp as I stared at my grandfather.
"Werewolves are ingrates. A defective werewolf is even worse," my grandfather continued. "They never remember anything. Once something is wrong with them, they can cause more harm than the worst of evil."
"But…" I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out of it. I heard my whole life that a rogue attack killed my parents while traveling to the Annual Moon Goddess worship ceremony. No one said anything about it happening in the pack house."
"So, if you think I would ever accept you and your defective mate just because she's a Moonsinger… then you may as well have me killed. I've been patient with you for 21 years, Ramsey. I've turned a blind eye to everything. Allowed you to do what you want and yet you will never take my advice. Your father…"
