BELLA
I took a deep breath and began to tell my father everything. His expression darkened with each passing word, his eyes blazing with fury. He listened intently, his jaw clenched and his fists curled into tight balls.
As I spoke, I could see the anger building inside him. His face reddened, and his eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire. I could feel the tension emanating from him, like a palpable force that filled the room.
"How dare he," Luther growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'll kill him." He slammed his fist onto the armrest, making me jump. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and I could see the wolf in him straining to break free.
I placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. "Father, please. You can't just—"
"I can do whatever I want," he snapped,
