Ryan
Father’s cryptic message sent the day before had been enough to tell me there was trouble in paradise.
From what I gathered, he had sent the same message to old family members and loyal retainers, ordering everyone to the Winchester estate for an emergency meeting. Despite wishing to be anywhere else, I found myself at the familiar building, early and punctual.
Relatives I hadn’t seen in years sat at the meeting table. Uncles, aunts, grand uncles and aunts, every important member of the family, married or not, were in attendance. Father sat at the head of the table, while I sat opposite him at the other end.
Once everyone had arrived and taken their seats, Father began, going straight to the point.
“Stone’s son has no wolf.”
I heard over three people’s breaths hitch, one gasped
