Kyle laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed in the room, making my skin crawl. "You, like everybody else, have forgotten," he said, his eyes glittering with something dangerous. "But I will make everybody remember what happened."
"Why are you asking about the Fallen Pack?" I pressed, ignoring his frightening words. My focus was still on my child, on the reason for all this pain. "The only thing I'm concerned about is my daughter. What's the connection, Kyle?"
He stood tall but there was a subtle shift in his posture, in his very presence. His eyes, fixed on mine, held a cold, burning intensity that chilled me to the bone. "You are looking at the heir of the Fallen Pack."
The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. My jaw dropped, my mind reeling. "What?"
