The Alpha wasn't on a phone.He was on a laptop in Coach's office, on video, and the second Karl pulled me through the door, the man on the screen looked straight at me like he could smell me through the camera.He looked like Karl in twenty years. Same gold-brown hair, same shoulders, same eyes that didn't blink enough. He was wearing a suit, not sweats. Behind him was a wall of windows and forest."Dad," Karl said. He kept his hand on my lower back. Not pushing. Just there.Silas Maddox — Alpha of the North Shore — didn't look at his son. He looked at me."That's him," he said. His voice was low and even. "The human.""Theo Ellis," I said. My voice cracked. "Sir.""Come closer."Karl's hand tightened on my back. "He's under my claim.""I can see that," Silas said. "I can also see you marked him with blood in a public pool, Karl. On a bleed night. Are you trying to start a challenge?""He saw me shift," Karl said. "Pack law.""Pack law says you bring the witness to the den for judgme
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