Mason POV
The tension in the air was palpable as we entered our father’s office, the heavy oak door closing behind us with a solid thud. Mason was at the front, his jaw clenched, and I could see the fire in his eyes. Jason and Grason were right behind him, their expressions mirroring the determination etched across Mason’s face. We had come to demand answers, and we wouldn’t leave until we got them. Our father, Alpha Andrew, had crossed a line. He was keeping something from us—something we couldn’t ignore. Faith. Our mate. He knew where she was, and yet he refused to tell us.
Alpha Andrew sat behind his massive desk, his presence as commanding as ever. He was a powerful man, his broad shoulders and stern gaze a testament to the decades he had spent leading this pack. As we approached, he
