Jeffrey's expression hardened at the mention of Camilla. His wolf energy rippled faintly in the air, heavy with disapproval.
"Niece?" he repeated coldly. "That girl isn't part of this pack. You don't need to concern yourself with her."
I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could speak, a low voice cut through the room.
Lewis.
"You should call him Father," he said, calm but firm a warning threaded through his tone that sent a chill racing down my spine.
My breath caught. His eyes were on me, sharp as a blade. I could feel the weight of his dominance pressing against my skin, forcing my wolf to lower her head. A light sheen of sweat gathered at my neck. That small slip calling Jeffrey Grandpa had just slipped out. It was instinct. A ghost from another life.
No one else seemed to notice... except Lewis. He noticed everything.
I forced a small smile. "Right," I said softly. "I only meant that you and my grandfather are around the same age. It came out by mistake."
