Sage arrived home as a servant carried his luggage inside. Stepping into the living room, he froze when he saw his father seated on the couch, carrying a grim look.
"Dad, what happened?" Sage asked cautiously.
William's gaze snapped to him, burning with fury. "Why didn't you ask me before dismissing an elder from his position as financial advisor to the pack, and the company?"
Before Sage could respond, Blythe let out a faint, bitter laugh. She forced a troubled expression as she looked between father and son. "Because that elder is my uncle. Sage must have thought it fitting to fire him. Even after all these years, I still haven't earned a place in your son's heart, William. He continues to treat me and my family as outsiders to the Nightshade bloodline."
