Chapter 17

Reagan POV

Flashback

"Who goes there?" The man yelled, his voice echoing through the night as I emerged from the shadows, dragging the lifeless body of the notorious werewolf who had brought terror to the Moon Claw Pack. Tonight, I would make my father proud. Maybe then he would accept me as his son.

"It's Reagan," I called out, my voice steady despite the weight of the corpse. "Tell my father that I have brought the body of Mathis."

The man's eyes widened as he looked at me, then at the bloodied body at my feet. He hesitated for a moment before turning and hurrying into the pack house.

A hopeful smile tugged at my lips as I imagined the rare warmth of my father's embrace. The anticipation grew unbearable as I waited, the minutes stretching into hours. But with each passing moment, my hope began to crumble. The cold reality settled in

There was no sign of my father.

I stood there like a helpless boy, desperate for a glimpse of the man who had always kept his distance.

The sky darkened