We as a pack had grown to hate humans for what they had put us all through.
“We think the end goal is the same,” Dad said grimly. “To create a portal to hell.”
The room seemed to freeze.
“Of course, we cannot allow that to happen. There’s no way of knowing if it would kill you both—and even if it did work, who knows what would come through. It can’t happen.”
A tense, collective breath filled the air. The kind of stillness that always comes right before a storm.
“And that,” Dad continued, his tone shifting, “brings me to my next point.”
He looked at the four of us—me, Caden, Ryan, and May—and for a moment, his face softened. His whole expression changed into something glowing and proud. He smiled, a real one. The kind that tugged a matching grin onto Mum’s face, like they’d both been
