~Ezra POV~
The board member's confession hit like a sucker punch, his voice still echoing in my head from the speakerphone—tying me to some secret agenda, promising a cut for screwing the family. The dining room was tense as hell, Annalyn staring at me like I was the big bad wolf, while Lucas paced, ready to rip my throat out. My runes burned under my skin, itching to shift, but I kept cool, leaning back in my chair.
"Alright," I said, raising my hands. "Let's address this crap. The board guy's lying—or half-lying. Yeah, I've got plans, but not to screw you over."
Annalyn crossed her arms, her heat scent flaring, making my wolf stir. "Plans? Like what, Ezra? Funding your own little cult?"
I smirked, meeting her eyes. "Partial truth time. Before exile, I dug into the prophecy. Found out the Moon Alpha's power can resurrect old alphas—like our dad. I've been gathering resources for that, not to betray you."
