Everybody sat at the dinner table, the silence thick and palpable. The air was heavy with unspoken words, and the tension between the brothers, Valor and Honor, was almost tangible. They glanced at each other occasionally, each look filled with a mixture of guilt and unresolved emotion.
“Let’s have dinner,” Desina said with a warm smile, trying to break the ice. She looked around the table at her two husbands, Alpha Colyn and Beta Raudan, and her twin boys. The table was laden with a variety of dishes, each more appetizing than the last. Desina had gone out of her way to prepare a meal that would bring the family together, hoping to foster some sense of unity and peace.
Desina began to serve her mates, but as she moved to serve her younger son, Honor, she noticed the wound on his face. T
