RyleI was silent as Isobel’s name slipped from my father’s lips—a shock I never anticipated. His implication was clear, and it churned my insides. Dad rose from his seat, pacing toward the window, his gaze fixed on the outside world as he spoke.“It wouldn’t have come to this if I hadn’t been so lenient. It's on me.”Emotion surged within me, a mix of fear and defiance. Isobel had no place in our family's turmoil, and I knew my father had something brewing in his mind. Without hesitating, I spoke up, facing the most powerful man in the Silverwolf pack.“Keep her out of this,” I demanded, rising to my feet.Dad turned to me, his gaze piercing.“So, you've found some backbone to stand beside me, not just as my son but as a fellow warrior of the pack.”He studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable.“You've got the same look in your eyes as the enemies I’ve faced in battle. The look of pure bloodlust,” he noted, turning away once more to stare out the window. “Remember, Ryle. You
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