“What the f**k did you just say?”
My father’s roar filled the private room like thunder.
He lunged forward and grabbed my shirt with both fists, shaking me hard. His eyes were wild, veins bulging on his forehead.
I had never seen him like this genuinely scared before.
“Alpha Stone is alive,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady. “He’s been treated in a hidden basement at the pack house as we speak.”
“I heard you!” he shouted, still gripping my shirt. “How is he alive? He died three years ago! We made sure of it!” His voice cracked with panic as he shook me again.
“Dad, I don’t have all the details,” I said quickly. “I only found out recently. I’m still trying to understand how he’s alive. I followed Ryder one fateful day and saw it with my own eyes. Ryder and Ms D were down there, t
