114. Trauma

Airk’s pov

“This is your fault!” Uncle Ari growled at me, Emmy, and Storm.

I wasn’t sure which one of us he meant, but I knew he was speaking out of grief.

Emmy bowed her head, which made me want to tell her to keep it up. She had been doing so well, despite her mate being in the hospital. Her father was dead, and that must have been hard for her too, even though he had been a terrible father from what I had heard.

Uncle Ari continued, “It was your mate, Airk! Your mate, that crazy psychopath. When he died, everything went to shit.” He turned his attention to Storm, “and you! You could have fought for your pack. You’re here now, but where were you when my mate was dying?! This pack is supposed to be yours, isn’t it?”

Before Storm could say anything, Uncle Ari turned to Emmy. “And your parents. My goddess. Your own parents attacked us! You’re a coward like them. My mate was out there fighting for your pack, and you’re standing here without a scratch. Did you even fight? You’re supp