Orion's POV
The sound of my father's fury echoed through our home like thunder before a storm. "This cannot stand!" His voice shook the walls as his fist crashed against the wooden table. "They dare show such contempt for Herbert?"
Across the room, my mother wept openly, her shoulders trembling with each sob. "Jordan, what are we going to do?" The desperation in her voice cut through me like a blade.
Father crossed to her in three swift strides, pulling her against his chest. His lips found her temple as he whispered words meant to calm the storm raging inside her. "Gloria, my love, don't let fear consume you. I leave for their territory tonight."
"I'm terrified," she breathed against his shirt, her fingers clutching the fabric like a lifeline.
Watching my mother's anguish was unbearable. She faced a nightmare no woman should endure. Her brother lay dead, and now she had to watch her mate march into a pack torn apart by violence and betrayal.
