Chapter 95

KNOX'S POV The pack house corridors blurred past as I stormed toward my father's study, rage building with each thundering step. Ancient pack photographs watched my progress, generations of Alphas bearing silent witness to my fury. The wood-paneled walls seemed to close in, thick with the weight of history and secrets. My wolf paced beneath my skin, clawing for answers. The beast's agitation bled red into my vision, making the ornate sconces on the walls flare like warning beacons. Past the pack meeting room, through the formal reception area, my footsteps echoed against marble floors that had seen centuries of pack politics play out. I didn't bother knocking. The heavy oak door crashed against the wall as I entered, making the frames rattle on their hooks. The impact sent vibrations through the floor, disturbing the dust motes dancing in the lamplight. My father looked up from his desk, his silver hair catching the golden glow from his reading lamp. His face remained a mask of calm th