#Chapter 125: Memories of Harper’s Downfall

In the night, within my mind, I travel back in time to a night when I joined my sister Leah at a club on the edge of our pack’s lands. It was the night of my disgrace, my birthday. Samuel and I had making plans to solidify our mating bond, but Leah, furious, was not speaking to me, except in front of our parents. When she had asked me to join her at the club, I had been ecstatic, believing she meant to extend an olive branch. Despite the many disagreements of our youth, I still wanted my sister to be at my side for my big day. So I went to the club, even though it wasn’t the time of place that I would normally visit. I’d already found my mate. For what reason did I need to go to a club and attempt to seek out another one? My intention that night had only been to make amends with Leah, but when I met her at the club, the music had been so loud, it had been nearly impossible to hear her. We both had to shout. “Can we go somewhere quieter?” I asked. “What?” she replied. “Can