Connor's POV
The air in the pack house was heavy with tension. Every step I took toward Lucian's office felt heavier than the last. I hadn’t expected this conversation to be easy, but facing him after what happened last night... that was something else entirely.
When I pushed the door open, I found him standing by the window. The sunlight filtered through the glass, casting harsh angles across his rigid posture. He didn’t bother turning around when I entered.
"Close the door, Connor." His voice was low, icy.
I obeyed, the click of the latch breaking the silence. I stepped forward but said nothing. I knew he wanted to speak first.
"Do you know why you’re here?" His tone was accusatory, cutting straight to the point.
"I do," I replied, keeping my voice as neutral as possible.
Finally,
