Ryan
The air in the meeting hall felt heavy, thick with tension, as my pack dragged me in. Their grip on me was firm, almost too firm, as they led me to the front, where my family sat at the center, with the elders arranged behind them. Among the familiar faces, a few unfamiliar ones stood out. Their gazes burned with contempt, scorn, and anger. They must have gotten the full story by now. There was no point denying it—I had been betrayed.
"Kneel! You goddamn useless son!" My father’s voice cut through the stillness.
I lifted my head to meet his gaze. "But Father, I—"
"Do not question me, son," he snarled, his eyes narrowing. His lips twisted into a scowl, and his fists clenched on the armrests of his chair. He was livid, utterly consumed with rage.
Beside him sat my mother, and my yo
