#Chapter 99 Vivian

Vivian "You can't make me." I wasn’t going to get out of the car. I crossed my arms and glared out the window like a petulant child, but I didn’t care. The Brightclaw shelter? Was he serious? “You’re humiliating me,” I said, my voice brittle with rage. “You’re my father. You don’t just dump your daughter like this because you’re embarrassed!” “I’m not embarrassed,” he said quietly from the driver’s seat, hands still on the wheel. “I’m devastated.” “Oh, please,” I spat. “You think this makes you noble? Letting your daughter rot in a glorified halfway house while you run off chasing your little intern? You’re pathetic! You're not a Brightclaw at all, you're -- you're -- you're just having a midlife crisis!” His jaw ticked. His grip tightened. He was still calm, too calm, and it made me want to scream. “As I said before, Vivian, you’ll always be my daughter, Vivian,” he said again. “But you can’t be in my pack anymore.” “You think Renee is going to magically make you a fat