Chapter 8 - Evelyn

The Alpha seems to have gone quiet. A pained look on his face. His hand now gone from around my shoulder, in what I had assumed was a show of kindness. His fist however, now clenched by his side. Perhaps I should not have mentioned his mate. But he was giving me sympathy. Something I hated. Something that seemed to be a natural thing when people heard of my Dad. It was human nature after all. But I detested it. It simply reminded me he was gone. Reminded me of this incessant war, that was completely needless. And the sick and twisted man behind it all. He was the man I blamed for the death of my father, not the war. But I did not want sympathy.

Sympathy meant people felt sorry for me. I did not like people feeling sorry for me. I just wanted the sick bastard to pay for his cruel acts. See he got the retribution he deserved before he died, and then once more in hell, because no doubt that was where he was bound.

But, then there was me, offering the same sympathies to t