“Our son made his decision, and he chose you, not our pack,” he explains with a shrug, like it’s just that simple, and I scoff. “Yes he did,” I bite, unable to contain my disappointment in them, all while gripping her arm tighter, but she doesn’t flinch. “But do you know what he didn’t choose? What was genetically passed down to him. The supernatural ability to become a wolf. And you’re going to abandon him and force him to be alone on his first full moon? You disgust me. Your son deserves better than that,” I hiss, my emotions getting the better of me as I growl at them, but fuck, they
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