FOREVER YOURS TO KEEP
When I stepped inside, the scent of sandalwood and politics stung my nose.
And there he was.
Alpha Ray Walter, my father, sat on the great throne of our pack. It stood tall, carved from dark obsidian stone and veined with gold like lightning in a storm. The Walter Moonridge Pack's crest was etched into the back, with silver wolf heads curled at each armrest. He wore a long midnight cloak, his shoulders straight, and his expression unreadable.
His cold eyes pinned me as I stepped forward.
"You look a mess, Avery," he said with a flat voice. "Why are your eyes red?"
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