My father moves from his seat and slams me against the wall.His hold is comically loose as he stares into my eyes, fury glinting in his. “I’m not going to tolerate the boy I raised speaking to me in such a manner in my own house.”I look down at him, not bothering to keep the gaze of condescension from my eyes or the fact that if he has me pinned to the wall, it’s only because I'm allowing it.In black pants, dark leather shoes, and a plain black button up shirt, he almost looks like the man I knew as my father while I grew up.Alpha Regan Night ruled his pack with an ironically iron fist. Though he’s older now, he still has the same long legs, and mean, broad chest he worked hours to get. My father cared about his physique more than he cared about his family.Like looking good somehow translated into making better decisions. His face still bears some of his former handsomeness, but unlike me, he has dull black eyes. A proper descendant of the Night pack.He growls into the space bet
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