"The only reason I am standing and talking to you is because we need to stand strong in a time like this," I spat at my father. It was the dead of night; he had snuck into my tent telling me he wanted to talk, and I had to hold myself back from beating the shot out of him.

Father or not, he was an embarrassment.

"Enough... if Varek wouldn't do something, then we have to. We have to do something," he pointed my hands to him.

"No, there is nothing left to be done. He has my mate, my..." I ...