"Finn. What did you call me?"Finn was sprawled on the carpet, sorting cards. He slid the one with Damon's face into the "Pack Members" slot."Alpha Ashford."Damon's jaw tightened."Look at me."Finn glanced up. Those eyes that used to light up whenever they found his father now only held evasion."Say it again.""Alpha Ashford."Damon turned to me."Elara. Did you tell him to say that? ""No.""You're lying. A six-year-old wouldn't treat his father like this unless someone taught him.""So you do remember you're his father," I said.The room went quiet.Damon's gaze landed on the desk. A wooden box held a single unpolished pack crest.The Moon Rite—the ceremony where a pup turns six and receives his pack identity, placed by both parents.Finn practiced for three months. He memorized the creed, learned the bow, and asked me a dozen times,"Will Daddy be proud of me?"Before the ceremony, he waited by the hall entrance. Every time footsteps echoed, he'd rise on his toes and peer toward
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