Chapter 8 — Say His NameThe office was too small to hold all the silence, it was suffocating.My father’s gaze pinned me, sharp and unblinking. The mark on my palm burned like it wanted to betray me itself. Bran stood just inside the door, smug and breathing too hard, holding out the tuft of black fur like a trophy.The scent of cedar and rain filled the room, Kael.“Say his name, Rhea,” my father said again. He was so calm and deadly.The bond yanked hard in my chest, desperate, pleading. My wolf shoved against my skin, whimpering for me to protect him, to protect us.I opened my mouth, then closed it.“Alpha,” Kade cut in, his voice sharp, too fast. “Fur proves nothing. Black wolves aren’t rare. Cedar grows everywhere on the ridge. Rogues could have rolled in it. Bran is reaching, searching for anything to fit his narritive.”Bran’s smile widened. “Convenient defense, Lieutenant. You smell that, don’t you? You know who smells like that.My heart seized.Mari stepped forward, her b
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