The morning light streaming through the dining room windows felt too bright, too happy for what was about to happen.
The coffee mug shattered against the tile floor.
I froze mid-bite of toast, watching Christian stare at his phone like it had personally insulted him. His jaw was clenched so tight I worried his teeth might c***k.
"What?" I asked carefully.
"My father." He didn't look up from the screen. "He's requested a formal meeting with the Alpha Council."
That… didn't sound good. Over the past few months, Harold had been radio silent. No calls, no visits, no passive-aggressive comments about pack management. Christian had said the silence was worse than if his father had been actively antagonizing him.
I set down my toast. "What does that mean?"
"It means he's pl
