ELENA’S POV
The throne room of Silverwolf pack had never felt so cold.
I stood in front of my parents, my hands clasped so tightly together that my knuckles had gone white, and I made myself say it again, slower this time, like maybe the problem was that they hadn't understood me the first time.
"I want to hand the Alpha position to Liam."
My mother's mouth opened. My father's didn't move at all. He just looked at me the way he used to look at Scarlet, before Scarlet stopped being anyone he bothered to look at.
"Absolutely not," he said.
"Why not?" The words came out sharper than I meant them to, but I didn't pull them back. "He's strong. He's capable. He already handles half the pack's affairs because I—"
"Because you what, Elena?" My father's voice dropped, and somehow that was w
