Reese POV
"Reese, please talk to me" Bryce pleads once were alone again. "I think you have run your mouth enough Bryce. Whatever we had between us is well over. You are not the man I once thought you were. You have caused your sister, my mate, nothing but pain and you show no remorse. At least I'm sorry for what I've done." Pain and anger flash in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it quickly when both our father's step into the office.
"What's going on Reese? You sounded like it was urgent in the link" my father says, his voice laced with concern. "Do you want to tell our father's what you've done" I ask Bryce. He drops his gaze to the floor like the coward he is. "Bryce, apparently thought it was a good idea to get drunk on werewolf whiskey and run his mouth."
