Liam's POV
The walk to the study was the longest of my life. The silence in the hallway was heavy, broken only by the sound of our shoes against the floor. Our fathers, our mother—the woman I had wept for—and Scarlett's parents walked ahead of us like nothing was wrong.
I felt like I was walking through a nightmare. My skin felt too tight, and my wolf was pacing inside me, snarling at the back of my teeth. We stepped into the study, and the heavy oak doors clicked shut, locking us in with the people who had built a kingdom on top of a mountain of lies.
"Sit down, sons," Father Louis said, gesturing to the leather chairs.
"I'm not sitting," I snapped. My voice was raspy, vibrating with a rage I could barely contain. "I want answers. Now."
