Chapter 47

Blake's POV

I fell to my knee, breathing heavily, panting like I would lose my breath. My mother's last statement was ringing continuously in my head, sending terror all through me as I wondered if it was all true.

This should be a dream. Maybe a nightmare, which I was going to wake up from. I don't want this to be reality. It just doesn't have to be. Lola can't be dead!

"Son, can you stop all this? Can you fucking stop grieving over a wolf? What has come over you?" Daddy yelled out in frustration, glaring hard at me.

I opened my mouth to talk. Yes, I wanted to yell back and tell him to his face that he should never call me his son. I felt the greatest need to fight my mother for causing me such deep pain, but all my strength is gone.

I felt empty inside me, like a shallow building up inside my heart; that space was occupied by Lola.

I was already in tears. It was clearly falling down my cheeks as the reality was settling into my brain. Lola is dead.

"Blake, tell me these are fake t