ROY'S POV
My father's office smelled like expensive whiskey and disappointment.
Mostly the disappointment was directed at me.
"Explain to me again," Pius Hunter said, swirling the amber liquid in his crystal glass, "how you managed to turn yourself from Braham's trusted ally into his obvious enemy in less than one year?”
I stood in front of his massive mahogany desk like a child called to the principal's office, my hands clenched at my sides. "I didn't plan for the human to…"
"The human." He cut me off with a sharp laugh. "The human who shouldn't have been a problem in the first place if you'd done your job properly four years ago."
"I did my job. I stopped him from getting surrogates within the pack. I paid off hospital staff, created administrative obstacles, made sure every arrang
