Leona's POV
My eyes snapped open.
For a moment, the world seemed frozen.
I wished I had misheard, prayed this was some cruel illusion—but my father was already on his feet, moving with a speed no aged werewolf should possess.
He glanced at me.
That look was sharp, appraising, as if I were a bargaining chip finally put to use.
Then, in the next instant, the cold calculation vanished, replaced by a flawless, warm, insincere smile.
"Looks like you've done well."
Approval laced his tone, but my stomach churned.
We descended the stairs together.
The staircase stretched endlessly, each step hammering my taut nerves.
When we entered the reception room, I saw him immediately.
Kane lounged casually on the sofa, relaxed yet exuding an undeniable, quiet pressure. His back was straight, le
