Chapter 64

KNOX'S POV I paced the length of my office, unable to shake the growing unease in my chest. The setting sun cast long shadows through the windows, painting dark stripes across the hardwood floor. My father's words from the meeting kept echoing in my head, along with the satisfied gleam I'd seen in Graham's eyes. Training competitions. The mere thought made my stomach turn. Images flashed through my mind: broken bones that never quite healed right, careers ended in moments of blind aggression, young wolves carried off the field. The last competition we held, three years ago, had left Jason with a permanent limp and Sarah unable to shift for months. And now, with prize money raising the stakes even higher... But it wasn't just the general danger that had my wolf on edge. It was the specific threat I saw forming, clear as mountain water. Graham. The way his lips had curved into that knowing smirk when the competitions were announced. He was planning something—I could feel it in my bones.