After filling Colt in on the grimmest details of what my father had done—the cellar, the ancient altar, and the sickening depths of his betrayal—a heavy, suffocating silence fell over the room.
The rogue Alpha sat completely stunned, the easygoing demeanor he had worn earlier entirely gone. His hands gripped his knees so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw set in a hard, furious line as he stared at the floor, processing the absolute horror of a parent turning on their own blood.
"I'm so sorry you went through that," Colt said finally, his deep voice thick with genuine disgust and sorrow. He looked up, his sharp eyes cracking with a fierce, protective anger. "I can't imagine doing anything to hurt my young. Wolves and Lycans... we protect our children with our lives."
I let out a
