The act of revenge is short-lived. The feeling of regret lasts forever.
Avery Stone was a normal guy who never did anything important in his life. After a tragic childhood, he found a family ready and willing to take him in. Though he never really felt that he belonged there, he knew that it was better than being alone. When someone starts murdering random werewolf families Avery finds himself fighting to keep his loved ones safe.
Chance got to his feet, waiting for everyone to say something. Charlie ran her hand through her long blonde hair, clearing her throat uncomfortably. “Well…that wasn’t very nice.”
Chance clenched his fists. He had just been waiting for someone to speak so that he could tell them off. “No, it wasn’t. The truth is never easy to hear. You all treated him like he didn’t matter. Most of you tried to pretend that he didn’t exist. I don’t consider any of you my family, not after this. I will never forgive you for taking away the only brother I had.”
“That’s not fair,” Rain said quietly, “We didn’t kill him.”
“You may not have pulled the trigger, but you might as well have. If you had tried to develop a relationship with him, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“They’re right,” Darius said. “Avery and Chance are both…right.”