Chapter 12
- Rose’s POV
- When I stepped inside, I found him seated in his tall, imposing chair, the one carved with our pack's crest and polished to a shine. From a distance, he looked composed—relaxed even—but the truth was written in the tight line of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed restlessly on the armrest, and the hollowness in his eyes. He didn’t even notice I’d come in.
- “Father?” I called softly.