Bryan's POVI stood in front of my father’s desk, arms crossed behind me, trying to ignore the weight of his steady gaze. He never had to raise his voice; the silence alone could crush a man if it stretched long enough. And right now, the silence was eating me alive.“You’ve gone through the reports?” my father finally asked, his tone flat, measured.“Yes, Father,” I replied, my voice even though my palms were damp.“And what do you think?”I paused. He hated hesitation, but the truth was, nothing ever seemed enough when it came to him. I straightened my shoulders and answered, “The celebration is a good cover. Most will think it’s about tradition, but it gives us an opening to press for the deal.”His lips twitched, the faintest hint of approval, though he would never give me the satisfaction of a smile. “Good. At least you’re not as stupid as most of the pups running around the packs these days. But listen to me carefully, Brya
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