A Step Closer
"How indeed…" I bit the inside of my mouth in frustration.
How lovely. Apparently, my opinions of my father could still sink lower. Not only was my father an utterly terrible father, he was also a shitty alpha and a traitor to the werewolf race. Truly, there was no role he had not failed at. It was almost miraculous, the way he lived his life determined to be the utmost scumbag he could be.
Unfortunately, I shared half his bloodline. Disgusting. My mother must have been severely addled when she chose my father the first time.
"So all this time… you were getting rid of werewolf packs that allied themselves with vampires?" I asked, just to make sure. I didn't want to think the worst of Damon, but there was a chance, however slim, that he was merely wiping packs off the map because they didn't like the look of him.
Damon nodded. "That, and those that deliberately went against Fangborne. Us werewolves must be united in the face of a common threat."