Sixty-One: Right Or Wrong.

ELIANA.

I burst through the chamber doors only to find my father behind his desk. His face was cowered low and his arms were crossed. The atmosphere was tenser in here than it was outside.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He roared. The moment he lifted his gaze, his eyes sliced through me. “Why didn’t you tell me that Denver killed one of my people? You know that’s where I draw the line, Eliana!” He raised his voice and my words got stuck in the back of my throat.

Denver walked in right after me and my Dad fell silent. Both their eyes marked into each other and you would understand if you knew the long-brewing rivalry that existed between the Blood Hounds and the Black Mountain Pack—a rivalry that was supposed to come to an end when either of us would finally become Alpha and the two Packs would merge.

But today, Jaxon had torn us a thousand steps backward.

“You have some audacity sauntering into here?” My Dad darted a glare as cold as ice to Denver and I was the one who stepped in. “He d