The Alpha In My Dream
He looked up at me, his gaze piercing, leaving no room for argument or further debate.
“If you wish to know my counsel, as your Elder and your father, then hear it clearly.”
He leaned forward, his hands clasping together on the mahogany surface.
“Refuse him.”
The word felt like a physical blow. It was so simple, so absolute, and so utterly devastating to the hope that had been flickering in my chest.
“Refuse him?” I repeated, my voice trembling despite my best efforts. “Just like that? Without a fight? Without seeking the truth? Why, Father? Why must we turn our backs on the only lead we have? Why must we choose silence over the possibility of justice?”
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