Ryan’s Pov(The past)
This was the height of it. How could Rhys stoop so low as to kill our father? We grew up without a mother, and now we were without a father too.
The weight of it settled over me like a boulder crushing my chest, but I had no time to grieve. My father’s body was still on the floor, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing, and my hands trembled as I forced myself to turn away.
I ordered some of the pack members to take care of the mess Rhys had made. My voice was cold, commanding. I couldn't let anyone see the storm raging inside me.
But I needed to see him.
I needed to look him in the eye and ask him why.
I needed to understand how the brother I grew up with, the twin who shared my blood could do something so unforgivable.
Rage burned through my veins, but anger wou
