Chapter 87

The air crackled with tension as my father, Alpha Aaron, confronted the accusations thrown at him. "What are you talking about, Alpha Draxler? I don't understand your baseless accusations," my father retorted, his voice a mixture of indignation and disbelief. The room became a battleground of conflicting energies, the intricate web of loyalty and power now unraveling before my eyes.

A pang of relief washed over me as my father immediately denied the accusations. Denial, the reflex of every sensible person caught in the crossfire of unwarranted blame. Yet, beneath the surface, a storm brewed—a realization that denial alone might not be enough to dispel the shadows that loomed over our pack.

Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my father's protestations, continued with a voice firm and precise, cutting through the charged atmosphere like a blade. "You don't need to act dumb, Alpha Aaron. I have an informant here in your pack right under your nose." The revelation hit like a thunderclap, echoing