When Lenox, my father forced me to leave our pack and my Fallon I was heartbroken. I couldn’t understand why he’d make me leave my mate. She was the only one I’d ever love—how could my own father not understand this? I didn’t mind that my future father-in-law was the co-alpha with my father until it was time for them to retire and for me and Fallon to take over. I was comfortable with being a beta for the next 20 years. It felt right this way. The way White Wolf Waya wanted it. 

But instead, my father forced me to leave with him and build a pack of his own. His plan was to kill Ronan, Fallon’s father and become alpha of the entire New England territory. He’d said countless times to me within the year, and I never once doubted he wouldn’t try. In fact, I was ready for him. The spell was supposed to neuter him. Turn him back into a human, and never let him shift again. That was the plan. It was supposed to save everyone because it should have taken affect before he set foot in the sacred circle. 

Only it didn’t work the way I’d wanted it too and my father hurt Fallon. When I saw her brusies, the ones my father gave her in his wolf form, I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t keep my promise to Fallon. I had to see him. 

The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Fallon by making her worry about me, but every fiber of my core wanted me to be there to deleve out his sentence for killing Fallon’s father. I wouldn’t kill him. That was one promise I’d keep. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t punch him in the throat. Death was normally the sentence for killing a shifter in human form, but now that my father was human, we couldn’t exactly do that. But something tells me him being banished from New England and living out his remaining years as a human was a fitting enough punishment for a born wolf.