Third Person POV
Dean's office was too quiet without the sound of Gavin’s boots stomping down the hall. For over two decades, Dean had lived with that sound, loud and impulsive and full of fire. Even when they argued—especially when they argued—it was a rhythm that told him his son was still here, still fighting to be better.
Now, that silence screamed.
A week. It had only been a week since Gavin had fallen to the madness whispering inside him. A week since Dean had invoked his Alpha Aura and made the most agonizing decision of his life. To exile his own son. To name him rogue. The words had torn from his throat like glass.
Dean stood at the tall windows, staring out at the pack grounds. Wolves trained below, apprentices sparred, and life marched forward—but the ache in his chest had n
