Falcon POV
I stepped into my father's office, the heavy oak door creaking behind me. The room was filled with a tense atmosphere. My father sat behind his grand mahogany desk, his face twisted in anger.
"Sit down," he commanded, his voice laced with authority. I obeyed, sinking into the leather chair across from him. His piercing gaze bore into me, his eyes filled with disappointment.
"You handled the recent Rogue situation well," he began, his voice low and gruff. "But there are reports that vampires are now working with them. They are moving closer to our territories, putting us at risk. We may need to send our warriors to face them before they pose a threat to our lands. This should be your primary focus."
He paused. "And yet, I hear of you disappearing off to a completely differ
