Grason POV
I bite down on my frustration, forcing myself to breathe through the tightness in my chest. Faith’s voice digs deeper, pulling at the edges of my control. I’ve always believed that power comes with sacrifice—that we were the ones who had to make the hard choices to keep the pack strong. I told myself that as long as we held the reins, nothing else mattered. But now, lying here, I can’t ignore the way her words tear at the very foundation I built my life on.
“You lied to them, Grason,” Faith says, her voice low but unwavering. “You made them believe in a future that wasn’t real, all so you could feel like you were in control.”
Control. The word stings. Control was everything. It’s what I’ve lived for—what I’ve fought for. Without it, we were nothing. I glance toward the pack,
