My father’s fury exploded like wildfire. "You can buy the illusion of truth with enough silver!" he snapped, his voice sharp and venomous. "Louise can spin all the lies she wants, but reality always claws its way to the surface! And it has! I’m sickened—utterly disgusted to be the father of someone who could kill her own sister!"
The way his glare seared into me felt like a knife slicing straight through my chest.
"I want you gone from my presence!" he roared, jabbing a finger toward the doorway like it was a weapon. "Get out, you filthy murderer!"
My throat tightened with emotion, but I refused to let myself cry. I forced my chin up, keeping my gaze fixed on him with as much strength as I could muster.
"Alpha—"
Phyllis tried again, but I cut him off before he could say more.
"You don’t have to stand up for me, Phyllis. I’ll follow his orders."
Without looking back, I turned and exited the room.
Phyllis remained behind.
When I stepped into what used to be my bedroom, I came to a halt. My mother was seated on the edge of the bed, her back stiff and her expression unreadable.
She stood as soon as she noticed me.