Axel’s pov
Lysander and I wordlessly treaded down the dimly lit halls of the packhouse, still feeling the weight of Father’s words between us. I knew he was still thinking about it too, likely questioning whether or not lying had been worth it.
I looked at him and whispered, “We can’t tell anyone.”
He scoffed, but kept walking. "Easier said than done Axel, you know I can't stand lying to Father."
I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "I understand that, but think about what happens when he does find out. He will be pissed at us brother! He will see it as an act of treason and we will face his wrath for it. We might even have our titles stripped from us!"
“You really think he’d go that far?” Lysander stopped walking. He turned to me, narrowing his eyes.
I crossed my arms. “You kn
