Emily's pov
As the eldest Carnahan child, I had often and willingly gone to important meetings with the man I believed to be my father; I'd always shown that I could do politics better than my brothers, so I'd always been the first choice for those events. Paul had always been incredibly friendly and easygoing, even with the Alphas and Betas of packs that directly threatened the Crescent Moon pack; I had never seen him as icy and haughty as in that moment.
And it hurt more than I wanted to admit.
Despite everything he'd done to me, the man in front of me was still the person who had been a father to me. He was the man who'd healed all my bruises, who'd read me thousands of bedtime stories, who'd taught me everything I knew. He was the man who, I knew, had loved me ... and for better or
