Levi’s point of view
"I want to see Armaros," I yelled at my father as he walked out of the office, frustration and urgency evident in my voice. I hung up the phone after delivering the news to Damien.
"Now, that's not a good idea," my father responded calmly, his tone carrying a hint of caution. "We need to keep him guessing. We have a few witches working to help us, and extracting information from Armaros is crucial. I'm afraid your emotions might cloud your judgment. There is much he doesn't know, and we intend to keep it that way."
I stood with my father in the opulent hallway of our pack house, my determination unwavering. "Well, in that case, I expect to be kept informed about everything that transpires," I stated firmly.
"As the Alpha of this pack, I haven't handed over my leade
