DAWSON
The study was quiet except for the faint rustle of pages as I turned them. My father sat across from me, his presence commanding as always, but tonight, his gaze was shadowed by memories of a past that I was just beginning to uncover. The book between us held the names of rogues and the symbols that marked their clans or affiliations—a dark history preserved for moments like this.
The air was heavy with unspoken tension, the weight of the pack’s legacy pressing down on us both. My father, the former Alpha, had faced countless battles to keep the pack safe, and now, I was walking in his footsteps, trying to make sense of the chaos left behind by those who once threatened us.
His fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair as he watched me pour over the pages, his silence spea
