CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE

VENITA:

My Dad raised his gun. “Oh, he’s awake. Nice of you to join the party, sleeping beauty.”

“I don't care who you are. But, I will hunt you and every member of your goons down. You don't want to be on my bad side.”

“Oh, I'm scared,” he mocked. “Nice to see you too, Landon, it's been a while.”

Landon went quiet, taking a moment to figure out who stood before him. “You?

“Yes, me. Surprise! Surprise! I didn’t die. And, don't worry. You're paralyzed even though you're awake and would be like that for at least the next eight hours until I put you in your cage like the nice little puppy you are.”

“I'm not a puppy, you sickhead. I'm a wolf!” he howled.

“Just shush. You're interrupting the story time I was having with your mate. Where were we? Oh,” he waved his gun and went back to sit, sliding the barrel across his forehead as if he were lost in deep thought. “Now I remember. Well, you were born a healthy baby girl. After a while, you started getting sick. I was the only one that