“Aelia, he’s your father.”

“Yes, my father. Who was willing to sell one of his children off to the Hunters for protection of his pack. Let alone selling off numerous orphans before that.” I shoved an olive in my mouth. “He deserves to be put under the knife and tortured just like I was. However, I’m far more merciful and I will just kill him where he stands.”

Maggie slapped me again. “Aelia, stop. That isn’t you and you know it.”

I sighed. Over my time, I had done ...