Avery's POV
I was lying on the floor, surrounded by empty alcohol bottles, the numbness from the alcohol still lingering in my body. I felt groggy and sluggish, barely noticing when my father opened the door, his werewolf aura, cold and commanding, failing to register immediately.
It wasn’t until his footsteps crunched on the empty bottles, making a loud, jarring noise, that I slowly opened my eyes. My blurred vision turned toward the doorway—he was in a sharp suit, his hair neatly combed, looking like someone from an entirely different pack compared to my disheveled and despondent appearance.
My father frowned, his eyes full of disdain. He seemed ready to turn and leave, but after a brief hesitation, he spoke. "Avery, Jevon and Lilith had an incident at the filming site. I'm going over
