His touch lingers for a moment before he walks toward the door. “Talk to her, son. Don’t command her.”
When he leaves, the silence he leaves behind feels heavier than before.
Jace lets out a low whistle. “Man, your dad’s got a way of making everything sound like prophecy.”
“He’s old enough to have lived through half of them,” I mutter.
Jace grins slightly, then sobers. “So, what’s the plan?”
I stand and move to the window. Outside, the training grounds stretch into the forest beyond, the pack moving like clockwork—discipline and chaos woven together. “First, I talk to Stevie’s mother. See if she knows anything about other Lycans—locations, names, anything.”
“And Stevie?”
I pause. The thought of facing her twists something inside me. “I’ll talk to her after. I need the facts before e
