Chapter 4: Mourning
Chapter Four: Mourning.
Laurel backed away as the elders advanced toward her.
"You cursed Princess!" One of them spat.
Stefan smirked. "It seemed even your people hated you and your father." He walked behind the men. "They knew about your father’s evil, Princess. How come you didn’t?"
Laurel sighed. Should she begin explaining how her father never spoke to her, unless through curses? Or that he never let her handle anything around the pack and practically made the pack hate her?
She wouldn’t say that; it’d only make her look weak. "I was barely three when the attack happened. How’d I know about it?" she mumbled.
"That’s not the only evil your father has done. What about the attack on the Riverlane pack? He made those good people slaves!" an elder shouted at her.
She narrowed her eyes at the men. She knew of the Riverlane pack but didn’t know how they joined her pack.
Her maid and sister, Lena, were from there, and she had been very grateful to have someone to talk to.
Laurel rolled her eyes. Also, even if she did know the details, what was a girl like her, who hid from her father, supposed to do?
He’d only beat her to death if she dared rival him. "I was nine then. What should I have done?"
Stefan shook his head. She didn’t have an iota of remorse for the evil her father did. She thought she was free for being young when it happened.