Pacing back and forth in the waiting room isn’t my favorite way to spend my morning. My neck and back hurt from sleeping in the waiting room chairs but I couldn’t bring myself to leave until I knew how he was doing. Alex hasn’t left his room since they brought him in here which makes me even more nervous. Yeah he’s my brother but he’s still an intruder, and attacking Luna is an automatic death sentence.  “ Madam Charlotte, can I get you anything?” The nurse that works the front desk hasn’t spoken to me since I’ve been in here just staring constantly, maybe too nervous to say anything until now.  “ Actually, is there anyone who can run and get me coffee?” I asked shyly. I hate asking because I’d rather get it myself but there’s no chance in hell I’m leaving this room until someone leaves him to tell me anything at all. 

Last night I held her in my arms as she slept. I wasn’t sure she was going to bed at all until I watched her yawn multiple times as she got dressed after her shower. I refused to let her leave the room until she got some sleep. She had no objection and climbed into bed with only a red Columbia sweatshirt on. When I climbed into the bed I made sure to keep my distance at first, the last thing I wanted to do was overstep knowing she’s hurting right now. But when she curled her little body up against my side I couldn’t  help but pull her as close to me as possible without letting go. Her strawberry red hair shines bright from the sun shining through the curtains, I look at her as she snores softly with her mouth slightly open. I would close it for her but I don’t want her to stop making that little sound. As much as I would love for us to just stay in bed all day, I got word from Creed that her brother woke up. The last thing

Charlotte POV When I pictured myself killing him I never imagined him to be my father. I never imagined being the one to take a life from someone who is supposed to love me. What if he is my father but doesn’t know it? Maybe that would make it easier. How can a father distort someone they created so easily? Did his father just not show him enough attention? What am I saying, he can’t be my father. How did my mother get away with lying about who we really belong to? Maybe that’s why he killed her, for lying. My brother suffered because I was too much of a bitch to stay here and fight for what was mine. But now I get to go out and kill what I’ve always wished I had. Why does living have to be so hard? And dying has to be so scary? Fear lives rent free in my head along with anxiety! I don’t even know his name, yet he just changed everything. How is Alex so cool with

We looked into his past but he’s life has been covered up pretty damn well. The only information we were able to recover was anything he’s life was like before he was taken. Which is useless because it's everything Charlotte has already told us. However there is one thing that stuck out more than the rest. Charlotte isn’t his sister at all, making this even harder for me because I’ll have to be the one to break the news to her after all these years. When Henry was born, the mother passed away at birth, Charlotte's mother was the one to perform the birth of the child and with no one else in the pack wanting to take him in, her mother almost had no choice. But she was so young at the time that she didn’t know better and believed every word they said about him being her real brother. I don’t know if they planned on telling her at all but they definitely didn’t get a chance to if they were. I don’t think it

“ Did you find him??” She yelled running off the packhouse porch towards me “ Yeah, we found him.” I huffed out spitting blood onto the ground “ what happened??” She gasped coming closer wiping the blood off my mouth with sleeve“ ask him.” I growled pointing to her brother that was shifted into a wolf being pinned by two of my men “ Why is he in wolf form??” She mumbled wrapping her little arms around me in a hug. If she was to cry right now I wouldn’t blame her. No one would. But she didn't; she just stared at him as if she was trying to find the answers in his eye. The way she keeps herself together is impressive, women are way stronger than we give them credit for. At least she is any