“Do you miss him?” he asked.
“Yes. No matter how monstrous he is, he’s still my father. I miss talking to him. When he lived close, I was angry with him, but there were moments when we just talked.”
In those moment, he forgot to be a conqueror and a tyrant. He was just a father, one I never knew during my childhood. And he was proud of me, especially when I managed to stick it to him.
“Roland loves me as much as he can ever love a child. He just loves himself more.”
“I miss my father,” Derek said. “Before he turned loup.”
After Derek’s father turned loup, he’d raped, killed, and eaten his wife and daughters, until Derek finally snapped and killed him. He was the sole survivor of that massacre and once he was done, he set fire to the house. That’s how the Pack found him, mute and unresponsive by the smoldering wreck of the family home. It took Curran months to coax him back to the living.
“What was he like?” I asked.
“Strict. People said he was a good man. He was scared.”