"He killed your father and made it look like an accident."
Even without my mother's confirmation, I knew.
Some part of me has always known that my father's death was not an accident as they claimed.
I mean, how can an Alpha die in a hunting accident? And his brother returned without a single scratch?
The story never made sense.
My father was too skilled, too careful and too aware of his surroundings to be caught off guard by a simple fall or animal attack.
But knowing and having it confirmed are two different things.
"How?" I ask, my voice sounding distant and hollow.
"How did he do it?"
Mother's grip on my wrist tightens, pulling me closer.
“ He exploited your father's trust in him and pushed him off the cliff.” My mother revealed.
News has travelled throughout the pack that
