Lennox's POV
Now that I knew the truth, there was no need to keep hiding behind this face.
No more masks.
No more pretending.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and stared at the screen for a second before dialing.
It rang twice.
"Golden," I said.
"Meet me at the pack house," I said. My voice was steady, even though my heart wasn't.
There was a brief pause. Then, respectful as always, he replied,
"Okay, Alpha."
I ended the call and sucked in a deep breath. My chest felt tight, but my mind was clear for the first time in a long while.
Next, I made another call.
"Uncle Damien," I said the moment he picked up. "I found him. I know who wanted me dead."
Silence. Then his voice hardened.
"I'm coming."
"I need to change my face back," I added. "Bring the witch."
"I will," he said without hesitation. "And Lennox… we'll end this tonight."
"Thank you," I replied quietly and ended the call.
I turned to Golden when he arrived minutes later, his expression sharp and alert.
