Makenna's POV.

I felt Wolfe's body go rigid next to me as the voice called his name. My gaze followed his, landing on a man who was unmistakably Wolfe’s older, more imposing version. His father, no doubt. Beside him stood a woman whose warm smile seemed to overshadow Wolfe's cold indifference. She had the same striking blue eyes as Wolfe.

“Father,” Wolfe greeted his father with a clipped tone.

The man’s gaze swept across the room with an air of detached appraisal. ...