The aftermath of the fight left the pack house in a heavy silence. I could still feel the echoes of Alpha Andrew’s anger reverberating through me, but the physical wounds weren’t the ones that hurt the most. It was the look in his eyes before he turned away, the moment when he realized just how far he had gone—how far he had pushed his own sons.
Jason lay unconscious for what felt like hours, and when he finally stirred, I could barely hold back the tears of relief. Mason and Grason had stayed by my side the whole time, their worry etched into their faces. Alpha Andrew had left the room after his final words, his footsteps heavy, but I knew it wasn’t the end of this.
When Alpha Andrew returned, his presence was different—muted, almost. The usual air of authority and dominance was still
