WAYLON'S POV
The word hit harder than a blade.
For a moment, neither Colton nor I could breathe.
“You…?” I finally managed, my voice rough. My wolf snarled, not in anger at him, but in shock, in disbelief.
Our grandfather’s gaze never wavered. His silver eyes—once as sharp as Colton’s—held centuries of regret.
“Yes. I saved her that night...”
Colton stepped forward, his Alpha edge slipping into his tone.
“Why keep it a secret?? Do you know what that cost her—what it cost us?”
Grandfather’s shoulders sank, as though he carried the weight of the thousand years we’d been searching for answers.
“I made a choice… and choices have consequences that never leave you.”
His words chilled me more than the mountain winds outside. “What choice?”
He leaned back in the rocking chair, fingers
