Jace
Trust—was that the key to the loophole? My father hadn’t truly died; he was still here, just trapped. But what had led to this predicament? Did he trust my mother to set him free, or was it her faith in him to return that caused this rift?
This was the puzzle I couldn’t solve: the nature of the trust that intertwined their fates and forged the loophole.
Raised by the Alpha, I had often tried to emulate him, yet there were moments when he treated me with the warmth of a loving father. I couldn’t help but wonder if, beneath that tough exterior, my real father was trying to break through.
“You look like you have more questions than answers,” Morris remarked, studying my expression.
I shook my head, frustration mounting. “What is this trust that created the loophole? That’s the only
