Declan's POV
The revelation about my father hit me like a freight train. I paced in my office, mind reeling from the information my mother had dropped on me. My father, alive? Coming to kill me? It felt like a sick joke, but the gravity in my mother's eyes told me it was all too real.
I clenched my fists, anger bubbling up inside me. That bastard had faked his own death, left us all to mourn him. For what? Some twisted plan to "protect" me from power he thought I couldn't handle? Bullshit.
And Thomas. That traitor had known all along. Part of me wanted to rip his throat out for keeping this from me. But another part, a part I hated, was grateful he'd finally spilled the truth. It made me sick to feel even an ounce of gratitude towards him.
Then there was the pack. My pack. How the hell
