Rafael's Point of View
The moment the doors to the pack house close behind the alphas, the air outside feels lighter, but not easier.
I stay where I am for a few seconds, staring at the wooden doors as if I can still hear the muffled voices from inside. My father’s deep tone carries every now and then, sharp and clipped, and even though I cannot make out the words, I know that sound. It is the sound of judgment.
Jace shifts beside me, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you planning to breathe anytime soon?”
I drag in a breath through my nose, steady but shallow. “I am fine.”
He gives me a sidelong look, one that says he does not believe me, but also knows better than to push me.
Octavia and Kai are still standing a few feet away, talking quietly with Eli and the others. The morni
