KYRAN.I leaned back against the neat sofa, gaze fixed on the boy sitting next to me, flipping through one of his school textbooks with nonchalance.He was fourteen now, growing taller every day, but I could see the restless tension hiding behind his calm eyes.Veyron sat across from us in a cheap wooden chair, sliding his phone across the glass coffee table between us."Take a look at this, Alpha," Veyron said quietly, nodding toward the bright screen.I leaned forward, my gaze falling on the image displayed on the phone.It was a photo of Arlan lying flat on his back in a dirty ditch, his eyes closed, looking lifeless.My chest tightened instantly, my wolf growling low in my throat before I could even stop myself."Explain this right now, Veyron," I demanded, my tone dropping into an icy, dangerous register.Arlan paused his reading, leaning over my arm to stare at the picture of himself on the screen."Dad?" Arlan called softly, his voice remarkably steady for a kid looking at his
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