Chapter 94
Betrayed by Blood
Cain sat at his desk, his jaw tense as he flipped through reports he barely cared to read. The numbers, figures, and endless details all felt distant, even meaningless. He was waiting for news from Callum, but there was still nothing. Silence had stretched too long.
A sharp knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts. "Come in."
Lucas stepped inside, his usual calm demeanor missing, instead, he looked like he had seen a ghost.
"What is-"
"There’s someone here to see you, Alpha," Lucas’s words were clipped, barely above a whisper. He stepped aside, and Cain’s eyes flicked to the doorway.
A tall, broad figure appeared in the entrance. The man was older, his face weathered with time, but there was something strikingly familiar about him. Cain’s heart skipped a beat as his gaze locked onto the man. Memories crashed over him like a wave, a rush of images from his childhood.
It couldn’t be...
The man stepped into the room, his presence filling the space. His shoulders were squared and tense. The familiar face of a man Cain thought had been dead for years stared back at him.
"Beta Gerald," Cain muttered with disbelief, unable to believe what he was seeing. The man had been a ghost, one whose name haunted Cain. A ghost he thought was gone forever. He had seen the man’s dead body, mourned the man even. How was this possible? "You’re supposed to be dead."
The older man smiled faintly. Lines of exhaustion creased his face, and his hair had turned silver with age. "Dead, yes. That’s what your father wanted you—and everyone else—to believe."