"Alright, Father," Rhys interrupted, a weary smile on his face. "Even if you're desperate for grandchildren, you can't keep staring at Becca like that."The old Alpha roared with laughter. "You caught me!""You'll scare her," Rhys said, stepping protectively in front of me, but his tone was light.After the laughter subsided, Rhys’s expression turned serious."Father, to be honest, I wasn't supposed to be back so soon. The pack's business expansion still needs my direct supervision.""Then why?" the old Alpha asked."Because she needs help," Rhys glanced at me. "She needs to see the shaman."The old Alpha nodded, his expression growing grave as well. "I understand. Let's go. The shaman is at the Sacred Tree."On the way to see the shaman, I couldn't help but ask Rhys, "What your father said... can he really see things?"Rhys thought for a moment."Maybe," he said slowly. "When he was younger, my father fought in countless wars. He always survived by relying on a beast-like intuition th
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