RYLAN'S POV
“Are you going to remain standing with your back turned to face me?” Father's voice seethed with pain.
My lips pursed. “Why'd you do it?” I questioned, ignoring his request.
“Do what?”
I turned to face him, my eyes narrowed with fury. “You know exactly what I'm talking about.”
“You were there, you saw his everything played out—”
“Stop with the pretense, father! If you didn't give them your approval they wouldn't go ahead with it in the first place,” the veins in my hand budged with each word I spoke.
He removed his glasses, and placed them on the hard glass table. “Rylan, the people of Oakville pack, can't trust their life and security in the hands of someone who is fleeting.”
“I am not a fleeting Lycan King—”
“Then quit your hockey career, and face something mo
