I wanted to rip something apart.
But I wasn’t sure if it was him—or myself.
Elder Marcus slowly released him, stepping back.
“Your mate bond was weaponized against you,” he said grimly. “She turned you into a puppet. But it still doesn’t excuse what happened to your pack. To your sons.”
My father lowered his head.
For the first time in my life, I saw shame in his eyes.
And I didn’t f*****g care.
Silence stretched in the room.
My father’s head hung low, his shoulders slumped, as if the weight of his own words had finally crushed him. For years, he had ruled with an iron fist, a leader who had never admitted weakness, never acknowledged mistakes. But now, he stood in front of us—small. Defeated.
And yet, it didn’t change what he had done.
I felt no pity. No sympat
