~Jason~ Dad glares at me, confused. “What in God’s name is wrong with you, Jason?” he asks, jaw locked in a stiff frown. “Dad…” I glance toward the door, then back at him. “You have to run. Like… now.” He raises an eyebrow. “Run? From who?” “They… the black wolf. He wants you dead. You need to go. I’m not joking.” He scoffs. “What nonsense! Have you started drinking like your brother?” “No, Dad, I’m not lying!” I yell, running a hand over my hair frantically. “I’m telling the truth! They’re coming for you—if you don’t leave, you’re dead!” “Bullshit!” “I’m not bullshitting!” I throw my hands up in frustration. “I swear, I’m telling the truth!” He crosses his arms over his walking stick, staring me down. “Okay… so you say this is true?” I nod. “Yes! Every word!” “Then…” he leans back in his seat. “How did you know this… ‘black wolf mister’ wants me dead?” I pause. “Jason?” “Y… yes,” I stammer. “I said—how did you know?” He pushes off his seat, now looking at me suspiciou
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