The guards beside Asher released him at once.
His face was rigid. I could hear his teeth grinding, and dark fur had spread across the backs of his hands, a sign that a werewolf was close to losing control.
Even so, he didn't dare defy Kyle.
Kyle had always been strict with him. In the entire pack, he was the only one who could keep Asher in line.
When Asher still didn't move, Kyle narrowed his eyes in impatience.
That tiny change was enough. Asher accepted the glass at once.
He looked at me and swallowed. His voice was hoarse.
"M-Mother... congratulations... on your wedding."
His smile was stiff, and every word came out through clenched teeth.
The anger that had burned inside me for days finally drained away.
I clinked my glass against his.
"Thank you... Son."
Then I looked at
