I remind myself that this is necessary, that separating myself from the Jackal is the first step to finding freedom and safety, but it’s like losing my security blanket at the same time as ridding myself of the monster under the bed. He’s evil, he’s twisted and psychotic, and he’s the only family I have left. He’s cared for me since I was nine years old. He’s abused me, broken me, snapped bones, and destroyed me. He’s had my back in every single situation I’ve been in as the Wolf. I can’t think of Matteo without thinking about the Jackal.
