Axel’s pov
Guilt invaded my chest but I would not let up, “I was trying to fix it.”
His jaw locked. “Well done, Axel. You made it worse.”
I let out my breath, hands trembling. “I didn’t—”
“Enough.”
The single word caused my throat to close up.
"I'll handle the rogues," he said, and his voice was cold. Control had seeped back into it, but I didn't like what still lingered.
“You’re grounded,” he said in anger.
I started. “What?”
“You heard me.” His tone was glacial. “You forfeited that right when you endangered this entire pack.”
I ground out the words between grating teeth. “You don’t get to—”
“I can,” he interrupted. “And I will.”
I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “Father, please—”
“Obey,” Axel. His voice was stronger now, and he was ready to enforce that. “Or I will make
