I settled into my seat, the cool evening air wrapping around me as I steeled myself for the revelations about my former Alpha and the pack I once called home. Jack, sensing the weight of the moment, stood up and made his way to the bar area, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor as he poured himself a drink.
I knew I was about to hear his version of events—the narrative shaped by his perspective. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that every story holds its own complexities, and I was only about to get a glimpse of one side.
When he returned to the balcony, the fading light cast a warm glow across the space. He settled back into his chair beside me, the weight of his presence both comforting and ominous. With a deliberate motion, he placed a thick folder on the table in front o
