Chapter 83: Pack’s Fall
(Nathan’s POV)
Father’s office was suffocating. The heavy mahogany desk felt like a battlefield, with me on one side and the entire weight of Storm Pack’s crumbling reputation bearing down on the other. Father sat in his high-backed chair, cold and calculating, his thick fingers tapping the desk rhythmically as he stared me down.
"You’re telling me they’re outpacing our acquisitions?" His voice sliced through the tense air like a blade.
"Yes. Every bid we’ve made has been overrun. The process is too fast, almost anticipatory. Someone’s taking these lands before we even finalize offers," I explained, my jaw tightening. I hated reporting bad news to him.
Father narrowed his eyes. "Silver Moon Pack, I assume."
I almost flinched but caught myself. "No," I sa
