147 A Funeral For My Youth II

I paused. The right answer was of course a solid no, but I realized that I could not spit out such a definite reply. As someone raised in the heart of a werewolf community, there should not be any debates about it. Vampires were a werewolf's greatest enemy.

Yet, on the other side of my equation was my mother, the first person who cared and loved me unconditionally. When she was gone, it felt like every star in the sky vanished, leaving me in pitch-black darkness. If she had not died, I wouldn't have to live with my father and his pack and be treated like I was worth less than nothing. 

Didn't I owe it to my mom to find out what happened to her? Didn't I owe myself that form of closure? 

My hesitance was all the answer Damon needed. He gave me a disappointed look and turned away from me, and my heart began to clench. It was as though I was experiencing visceral heartache from his deep disappointment.