“Father— I’m sorry! I didn’t—”
“You didn’t what?” I roared. “She hasn’t even shifted! The girl has no wolf, and you impregnated her?”
My rage spiked. This could ruin everything. A Luna must be strong—must have a wolf. A weak, wolfless girl would drag our chances into the mud.
“What have you done?” My voice was monstrous.
He knelt, trembling, hands shaking violently.
“Please, Father… talk to Abel for me. Please.”
I looked down at him—pathetic, useless, disappointing.
“A disgrace,” I hissed. “Leave before I shred you to pieces.”
He bolted out instantly, knowing I meant every word.
As soon as he disappeared, I hissed under my breath,
“Oh, Abel… I see what you’re trying to do. You think you’re smart.”
A dark smile stretched across my face.
“I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of
