“You want me to leave the pack?” I give a shaky laugh, my tone disbelieving. “Dad, are you hearing this?”
My father is staring at the ground, his fingers entwined so tight that his knuckles are white.
At his lack of response, something cold moves through my body, and this time my voice is more scared, “Dad? Dad, why aren’t you saying anything?”
“He agreed to this,” Robert says. “It’s for the good of the pack.”
I’m beginning to feel hysterical at this point, “This is a joke, right? I can refuse, can’t I? I refuse. I won’t go. This is my home-”
“Enough!” My father’s voice is sharp in a way that I’ve never heard before.
I slump onto the couch, shell shocked, mumbling, “This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”
“Unfortunately, it is,” Robert tells me. “The sooner you make your peace with t
