Orion's POV
Two years had passed since Dalia's arrival, and she had just celebrated her second birthday weeks ago. Mom had completely fallen under her spell, constantly showering her with adorable outfits and toys that filled every corner of our house. The pack members couldn't resist her charm either, but every time I looked at her innocent face, all I could see was the blood on my hands from my uncle's lifeless body. Somewhere out there, the bastard who murdered him was still breathing, and I swore I'd find him and destroy everything he held dear.
"Mat! Mat!" Dalia's shrill voice pierced through my dark thoughts.
"Leave me alone," I muttered as her tiny fingers grabbed my shirt sleeve. The way she constantly followed me around made my skin crawl. "Go find Amanda to play with," I snapped, yanking my arm away and heading for the door.
Her bottom lip trembled as she trailed behind me like a lost puppy. "I wuv you, Mat. Mat, pway!"
