Kendrick
I paced the length of my study, my mind a storm of conflicting emotions. The encounter with the council still lingered in the back of my mind, but I dismissed it. Their questions were irrelevant. What I did was final, and no one—no elder, no Alpha, not even my father—had the right to question my authority.
Just as I thought I had some semblance of calm, the door opened without a knock. My father strode in, his face lined with tension. He closed the door firmly behind him, his presence filling the room like an uninvited storm.
“Kendrick,” he began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of warning. “We need to talk.”
I didn’t bother looking at him. My hands gripped the edge of the desk as I stared at the papers scattered across it, my knuckles white with suppressed irri
