Kaelen's POV
I step out of my father’s house and walk down the path toward my place
The pack needs heirs, not hesitation.
My father's words land like a command, like I’m still a boy being reminded who I’m supposed to become.
Maybe I’m imagining things. Maybe I just wanted her to react.
I drag a hand through my hair and keep walking. My father’s house fades behind me. But his voice follows me anyway.
Celestine understands what’s expected of her. I expect the same from you.
He doesn’t care if we fight. He just wants obedience. Someone to continue the line, keep the power balanced, produce heirs so the council stays quiet. He talks about love like it’s a contract. Maybe that’s all it ever was to him and my mother.
I reach the edge of my lawn and stop, staring at the faint light from m
