My Father’s Oath
The pack house had never felt more like a prison.
I moved through the halls with the quiet grace of someone who had learned long ago to keep his head down. Wolves snarled in the training yards, voices carried from the Alpha’s chamber, but I kept to the shadows. It was the only way I survived here—silent, unseen.
But every whisper of Kimberly’s name cut me open.
My daughter. My only child.
They said she lived. They said she commanded shadows that burned even the Alpha. Some whispered in awe. Others spat in disgust. But all agreed—Kimberly was no longer the broken girl who had left us.
I should have felt pride. And I did. But pride was buried beneath a mountain of fear.
Because Derrick would not let her live.
I had seen the fury in his eyes, the hunger. He would hunt
