His voice dripped with disdain, a tone I was well accustomed to. Before I could answer, Sonya cut in, her voice dripping with fake innocence. “Kristen, don’t lie to our Alpha. If Dustin was truly dying, why would you be here by yourself?”
That was the last straw. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Shut your mouth! You have no right to speak about my son.”
Sonya’s expression changed instantly, a mix of wounded hurt and smug satisfaction crossing her face. “Fine, I won’t mention him again. Don’t be mad at me, Kristen.”
Craig watched my fierce anger toward Sonya with visible irritation. He let out a cold, amused chuckle, then pulled out his phone and dialed Beta Yuriel. To make sure I caught every word, he switched the call to speaker mode.
“Beta Yuriel,” Craig commanded, his tone sharp and commanding, “find out where my son is. Bring him to me.”
He glanced at me with a smug smirk, as if summoning Dustin would somehow prove he still held power over me.
I forced a bitter, weary smile, overwhelmed by the hopelessness of my situation.
Then Beta Yuriel’s hesitant voice came through the speaker, trembling but clear. “Alpha… Dustin passed away days ago. It happened the day after you left the territory with Sonya.”
