Chapter 156

Hael’s P.O.V.

The moment I stepped into my father’s office; I knew something was wrong.

If it wasn’t from the cigar smoke hovering in the air, twisting and curling to form an army of demonic faces, then it was from the darkness plaguing Macon and my father’s eyes.

My father only ever smoked cigars when he was on the verge of murdering someone, and not since the early days of my training had Macon stood in on one of our meetings. Now more than ever I needed complete control over myself.

The office I stood in was located in the heart of town, and was only ever used for business purposes. Should another Alpha come to visit this was where they would meet.

The blinds along the wall of windows were pulled open, unleashing a perfect view of the town in the dead of the night. Stars speckled the sky and a harrowing silence drifted down each and every desolate street.

“What happened?” I asked, forgoing any formalities. My father knew my tells just as I knew his.

His suit jacket lay draped acros