Kyra's POV
My shoulders and hands were trembling. The scent of mint and the salt-tinged harbor air did nothing to calm the grief pulsing through me. The news on the television kept replaying in my mind over and over. The last smile. The last talk. The last hug. I remembered everything that happened before Dad made me escape. He smiled at me and said he'd wait for me.
"He knew," Sylvia whispered in my mind. "He knew what was coming to him."
The fear of losing someone I loved dragged my heart back into the darkest pit of misery, and I couldn't accept it. I lost my dad. The official report claimed he jumped, but no Alpha—not even a weakened one—would ever fall to his death by accident. His claws could shred steel, his reflexes outpaced bullets. A fall? Impossible.
Kieran planned to kill my pup, and he could kill my dad too. He had already threatened to kill my dad if I escaped from him, and I did. I escaped.
