Melvin POV
“He still has the nerve to be out wandering around?”
I slam my cane into the floor. The heavy wood cracks against the marble.
“He was married to Penelope for three damn years.” I grind my teeth until my jaw aches. “He noticed nothing.”
The main hall is freezing. The lights blaze overhead. They do not warm the air.
My inner Wolf claws at my chest. It wants blood.
I look at the empty doorway. My son is not there.
“It was Penelope.” Chloe steps forward. Her voice shakes. “She tricked everyone.”
“Shut up.” I point my cane at her chest.
She freezes. Her face turns pale.
“You brainless fool.” I step toward her. “Useless. Worse than useless.”
Marcella hides behind her mother. She does not breathe.
“The Ancestor Fang.” I press the tip of my cane into the rug. “You took it ou
