STEFAN MONTESSORI
His words were fire in my bones!
The moment he walked into the room, I knew he wasn’t here to talk.
He stood by the doorway, arms folded, jaw clenched. That same cold stare he used to give me when I was a boy… when I spilled blood he didn’t approve of or made choices he couldn’t control.
“You killed them,” he let out.
No greeting. No hesitation. Just those three words… sharp and bitter.
I didn’t flinch. “Yes,” I said simply. “I did.”
“You murdered two of your own people,” he growled. “Innocent wolves. Why did you do that?!”
I leaned back in the chair, stretching my legs lazily like I wasn’t ready to go down this road, though I’d been waiting for this fight. “Innocent?” I laughed under my breath. “There is no such thing in this world, Father. Have you forgotten yo
