Elena's POV.

　　My father's piercing gaze shifted to Mercy, whose hand instinctively tightened around mine. "Mercy," he growled in a low, authoritative voice.

　　"Yes, Alpha," she replied, her head bowing in submission, her eyes cast downward.

　　My father's words dripped with disdain. "What kind of friend are you? You stand by and watch Elena endanger the pack, and you couldn't even stop her?"

　　Mercy's hesitation was palpable. "Uh... sorry, sir," ...