Chapter 13: Mark Me

My uncle beat me half to death on the floor of the Temple of the Moon. He didn't even have a wolf. He didn't need one. I was down to a tenth of my power and he had thirteen years of practice. "Still protecting them?" He kicked me over onto my back. "Your dying King?" He put his boot on my ribs and leaned. "Your useless mother?" Something cracked. I heard my mother sobbing my name from twenty feet away and could not turn my head. "Your father looked at me like that too," Ulric said. "Right...