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“Well, I’ve told you now,” she says quietly.
He wishes she hadn’t. I can see it in his eyes.
“Yeah, you’ve told me.” He sounds as bitter as he looks. “Did you have anything to do with what happened to my mate out here?”
I can feel her shock before she answers him with a resounding, “No! I would never hurt your pack.”
I believe her, and I think Silas does, too. It doesn’t matter, though. She’s already wounded him so deeply that he can’t consider forgiving her.
“Never,” she adds when he pauses for a little too long.
He looks ready to hit something, but all he does is clear his throat.
“Sara Madden, you’re released. Leave Carter Blackwell’s body and get the hell off my lawn before I give you a one-way ticket to the other side of the veil.”
Chapter Ten
Silas
TheshockedlookonCarter’s face doesn’t fade as Sara lets go of his body and leaves us alone in the back yard. My thoughts are still reeling under my anger. My emotions are rising and falling inside me, giving me dozens of urges I work hard to keep under control.
Smacking my fist into a tree or the ground will only hurt me more and I know it.
Still, I can’t help thinking that the physical pain would be preferable to knowing I’ve had a father all along, living in the same damned town, and he refused to accept me as his son. Even if he couldn’t before his wife walked away from him, he had a chance to do something about that mistake once she was gone.
He chose to do nothing. He stayed away from me.
He’s not my father. He’s a coward.
“Do you need to break something?” Carter asks, making me growl.
He laughs a little nervously. “That was an offer to go grab some plates to smash, not to be a human punching bag, by the way.”
My urge to take my anger out with my fists came and went swiftly while Sara was speaking to me.
She’s not the one who deserves it. I know that, but I can’t stand to look at her.
That’s why I made her possess Carter. He might annoy me sometimes, but he doesn’t do the unforgivable. He wouldn’t make me feel like she’s made me feel.
“Okay, not plates,” Carter says. “What about those ugly ass ornaments your aunt wouldn’t let you touch when you were a kid? They’ve got to be lying around in the house somewhere, right?”
I shake my head. Standing around isn’t going to help me. Breaking things won’t make me feel better.
My wolf is restless. I know what I need, I’ve never felt the urge to shift more strongly in my life.
“I need to run,” I tell him, ready to strip out of my clothes and pelt into the woods.
“Well, I’m sure Mrs. Adams would love to watch us get naked out here, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to let her see us shifting, do you?” He raises an eyebrow.
As much as it infuriates me, he has a point. I turn and look up at the window. The old woman shakes her head at me. I narrow my eyes at her, issuing a silent threat, and she closes the drapes quickly.
“If looks could kill …” Carter starts, shutting up when I turn my gaze back on him.
“I’m going to run. Come with me, or don’t.”
I step over the low fence into the woods and toss my long-sleeved shirt on the fence. It lands a bit haphazardly. I couldn’t really care less if my clothes end up covered in dirt and bugs. I kick off my boots and shove everything else off as my wolf pushes his way to the surface.
I take off running, not stopping to look back for Carter.
