Charis
I descended the stairs slowly, my heart pounding with each step. The shouting got louder as I got closer to the foyer.
"WHERE IS SHE?" My father's voice boomed through the pack house, filled with fury. "CHARIS! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"
When I reached the landing where I could see the foyer clearly, I froze.
My father stood in the centre of the room, his face red and twisted with rage.
Silas Greye looked terrible—worse than the last time I'd seen him. He was thinner, almost gaunt. His clothes hung off him like they were made for a bigger man. His eyes were wild, unfocused, darting around the room like a trapped animal.
"You!" He pointed an accusing finger at Alpha Terry, who stood near the entrance with his arms crossed, looking both angry and confused. "You're the one keeping her here! You're poisoning her against me! Against her own family!"
