Father’s Warning
The corridors of the MoonStone pack house seemed to echo louder than usual as my father pulled me into his study. His grip on my arm wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t cruel either — it was desperate. For the first time in my life, I saw fear in Alpha Darwin Moonstone’s eyes.
He locked the door behind us, his broad shoulders rigid, as if he were bracing against an invisible storm. “Kimberly,” he said, voice taut. “We don’t have much time.”
I blinked at him, still reeling from Derrick’s slap, Mona’s triumph, and the venom that had spilled from Catherine’s lips. My heart felt like broken glass inside my chest. “Time for what?”
“To save your life.”
The words sliced through my daze like a blade.
He moved to his desk, opened a drawer I had never seen him touch, and withdrew a t
