He laughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
I fought to calm myself. “Where is your pack?”
He grinned wider. “We’re everywhere. And nowhere.”
Frustration gnawed at me. “You know I’m your true Alpha. All Alphas descend from Mooncrest. That includes you.”
His expression changed. Not submission, but recognition.
“We know,” he said quietly. “Son of Natasha Redlock... this isn’t about bloodlines. This is about justice. Your father took something sacred from us. Because he could. Because he had Redlock money to burn. He mocked us as he did it.”
“What did he take?” I pressed, more direct now. “What did my father steal that warrants all this?”
Silence. His jaw tensed.
“Please,” I said, softening. “Tell me what my father did. I need to understand.”
His eyes faltered. That fla
