"She's rotting," Amias blurts out, unable to keep his voice from breaking. "Her skin is falling apart. I held her hand and…"
"Shut up, boy! Do not describe weakness to me." The Alpha raises a hand to hush him.
Amias stares up at him, chest heaving. "I'm still your son."
That flickers his father's expression a little before it hardens again. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as though he is addressing a little erring kid.
"You are the son of a cheater, a disgrace. You should be glad you're even a tool I finally deduced to use." The man scoffs.
The words hollow Amias out. He can't believe that even after losing three of his sons to his cruel ego, the man could still address the only one left as such. It's a given – their father is beyond redemption.
"Darien chose exile," the Alpha continues. "Morgan chose defiance. Grayson chose loyalty to his brothers over his pack. Fools, all of them."
He pauses.
