Clementine:
"What? Come on, defend your father," he said, as if he knew I would do that. I had no clue that my father's cruelty had extended beyond his own family and pack members to other innocent people. But I wasn't surprised that my father was such a disgusting prick. I guessed others didn't know the hate I had for my father.
"I cannot defend that man," I said in a broken voice.
He almost leaned forward and raised his eyebrow, as if he hadn't heard me clearly.
"Huh?" he asked.
I began to take slow steps, and once I was face to face with him, I uttered, "I'm so sorry he did that to you. But do you think I deserve the hate for it?"
I asked, my lips quivering.
"I hate everyone related to him. Clementine, every freaking person, every blood relationship with him is my enemy," he said, pointing at his chest and hissing. His eyes were red with tears.
