Dane's POV
My chest was still burning as I watched Hailee disappear with the boy. My boy. I could feel it deep in my bones, in my wolf's restless growl. Slowly, I turned to Nathan. My voice came out rough, trembling with rage.
"So you found her," I said, my eyes locked on his. "She's here, in your pack. And you didn't think to tell me? Even after knowing how I've been searching for her all these years?"
Nathan's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer. He turned, his broad shoulders stiff as he walked back toward the packhouse. I followed, my boots striking the ground with sharp steps.
"Don't you dare ignore me, Nathan! Why didn't you inform me?" I barked.
He pushed into his office, but I was right behind him. The door slammed shut, the air suffocating with tension.
"Where did you find her?" I demanded, my voice echoing against the walls. "Tell me—did she come to you herself? Did you drag her here? Where has she been hiding all this time?"
