THE RUMOR

Kayson's POV

I strode through the dimly lit corridors of the east wing, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. I was about to face the one person who had betrayed me in the worst possible way, Reese.

I stopped in front of his room, my hand on the door handle. "Reese," I growled, my voice low and even.

The door creaked open, and I stepped inside. Reese looked up from his seat on the narrow bed, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Kayson," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I'm glad you finally came to see me, thought for sec that you'd forgotten me"

I snarled, my eyes narrowing. "Don't play games with me, Reese. I know what you're playing at. Begging for forgiveness, only to start gathering people against me behind my back, just how deep does your treachery run?."

Reese's expression turned innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about, Kayson. I've been loyal to you and the pack.”

I laughed, a harsh sound. "Loyal? secretly gathering support against me, is that