250. Claudia
I was afraid even as Luna held me.
My father was trembling. Damn! I had never seen him like this before. Not even when enemies threatened our pack, not even when he stood on the battlefield against werewolves who sought his blood. But now, here he was, shaking with unrestrained fury, his chest heaving with deep, uneven breaths. His nostrils flared, and his usually sharp blue eyes brightened into something lethal.
He wasn’t just furious. He was betrayed. I could see it in that gaze.
I swallowed hard, gripping his large, calloused hand that had always been a source of warmth and protection. But now, there was no warmth. Only cold, rigid tension beneath my touch. I knew my father cared for me: he had been my rock, my shield, my everything. Yet, standing before him now, I fear
