Hailee's POV
The moment Father stepped in, a deep frown carved itself onto my face. I didn't bother hiding it. But, as always, he didn't care. He shut the door behind him and walked over with that same heavy presence. He sat on the edge of my bed, far too close. Out of impulse, I shifted away, putting space between us.
"I know you're angry with me," he said, his voice low and surprisingly calm. "But I did what I had to do. You had to be punished… for your crime."
My head snapped toward him, disbelief and fury burning hot in my chest. My jaw tightened, heat searing through me. "Crime?" I spat, the word bitter on my tongue. "Is that what you call it?"
Father's expression hardened, his nostrils flaring. "You helped a rogue, Hailee. You brought an enemy into our land, healed him when he should have been left to bleed out. Do you understand what that means? You endangered this entire pack." His voice thundered, heavy with the authority of a King.
