“No Papa that's not—”
“I’m not going to let you deny it,” he says firmly. “A good father knows when to own up to his mistakes.”
He turns his gaze to Tessa, slow and serious. “And so does a good Alpha.”
My heart triples its pace.
Tessa could double for a statue now. “What are you trying to say, Papa?” Her voice is steady but small.
He takes a breath. “I’m saying... I officially support you as the next Alpha of the Blue Rock pack.”
Tessa’s eyes widen. Her hand trembles in her lap. I watch as a single, wet shimmer forms at the corner of her eye. She blinks, fighting the tear back.
I want to reach out, hold her hand but I know she won't like that. Not now when she would want to show Papa just how strong she was.
My hand wraps around my necklace and I send a silent prayer to Mama, hopi
