Kael's POV
Though buried in work and focused on finding a way to deal with the council, the moment I received a call from the hospital saying Sophia wasn't feeling well, I headed straight there.
When I arrived and entered her room, I saw her parents were already present. Her father—a tall, middle-aged man in a sharp gray suit—stood stiffly beside the bed, while her mother, as always, was dressed in her signature style: a light designer blouse paired with a dark, knee-length skirt and heels, adorned with layers of fine pearl jewelry.
Bruce and Meryl Katz.
One of the wealthiest business families in our pack—and once, close friends of my parents. I always made an effort to treat them with respect, even though their arrogance had grown insufferable after my parents passed. Still, I remained civil, for Sophia's sake. They were her parents, after all.
