‘’You damned filth!’’

Boldron exclaimed, and in the next second, he was in front of Rael and a dirty slap had wrung Rael’s face to the side.

Rael blinked, and blinked again. He could feel the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

‘’I leave the pack to you, and in less than a year, you’ve thrown us into a war?’’

Rael sighed and looked down at his hand, then at his father. ‘’I have everything under control,’’ he spoke, but the anger on Boldron’s face burned ...