(Sanya's POV)
Dinner is a quiet affair.
The family gathers as usual—Tyron at the head, Tara beside him, John and Mira across from each other. Even without Marcus, the pattern holds.
I sit at the far end, in my designated spot of shame.
The servants bring food. I'm passed nothing, as expected.
But tonight, I don't care. My stomach is too knotted with leftover rage and grief to want food anyway.
Tyron sets down his wine glass with deliberate precision.
"I've made a personnel change today."
Everyone's attention shifts to him immediately.
"My previous Beta, Greg Morrison, failed to protect me during an attack this afternoon. A rogue ambushed me near the border. I was forced to defend myself."
He pauses, letting the words sink in.
My heart sinks. Greg Morrison was one of the few pack
