Rhett
I stood in the ruined foyer, staring at the spot where my father had been standing moments before. His words still echoing in my head.
Choose. Her or your pack. You can't have both.
My hands were shaking. I clenched them into fists, trying to stop the trembling, but it didn't work. My whole body felt like it was coming apart.
"Rhett." Slater's voice was gentle. He stepped closer, his hand hovering near my shoulder but not quite touching. "Man, I'm sorry."
I couldn't speak. If I opened my mouth, I was afraid of what would come out.
"He didn't mean it," Charis said softly. "He's angry. People say things they don't mean when they're angry."
I laughed bitterly. "You don't know my father. He meant every word."
Kael stood off to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He didn't say anything. Just watched us with those dark, unreadable eyes.
"What are you going to do?" Slater asked carefully.
That was the question. What was I going to do?
