Lennox’s POV
Now that I knew the truth, there was no need to keep hiding behind this face.
No more masks.
No more pretending.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and stared at the screen for a second before dialing.
It rang twice.
"Golden," I said.
"et at the pack house," I said. My voice was steady, even though my heart wasn’t.
There was a brief pause. Then, respectful as always, he replied,
"Okay, Alpha."
I ended the call and sucked in a deep breath. My chest felt tight, but my mind was clear for the first ti in a long while.
Next, I made another call.
"Uncle Damien," I said the mont he picked up. "I found him. I know who wanted dead."
Silence. Then his voice hardened.
"I’m coming."
"I need to change my face back," I added. "Bring the witch."
"I will," he said without hesitation. "And Lennox... we’ll end this tonight."
"Thank you," I replied quietly and ended the call.
I turned to Golden when he arrived minutes later, his expression sharp and alert.
"I know who it was," I told him.
His eyes widened slightly. "Who?"
"My father."
Golden went still.
"Gather everyone," I ordered. "Now."
He didn’t question . He never did. He bowed his head and moved fast.
The packhouse filled quickly.
Levi.
Louis.
Guards. Warriors. Elders.
Then Olivia walked in.
Her eyes landed on instantly. Confusion flickered across her face. Suspicion. Pain. Too many emotions at once. She didn’t speak. She just kept staring at , like she was trying to see through my skin.
I ignored them all and walked to the couch.
I sat.
Just like Lennox always did.
Levi’s voice snapped through the room. "Are you out of your mind?" he demanded. "You’re a guard. Why are you sitting there? And why did you call us all here?"
"Sit down, Levi," I said calmly.
He frowned. "What?"
"I said sit down."
Sothing in my voice made him hesitate. Slowly, he obeyed, confusion written all over his face.
Louis scoffed. "Who do you think you are giving orders—"
"Sit down too," I said, cutting him off.
Louis stiffened, anger flashing in his eyes, but he sat.
Olivia still hadn’t moved. Her gaze never left .
Then the doors opened again.
My parents walked in.
The mont my father saw , sothing shifted in his eyes. Unease. Fear.
Good.
I stood.
"Golden," I said calmly, "tell the warriors to restrain him."
Golden signaled, and chaos erupted instantly as warriors moved fast, grabbing my father’s arms before he could react.
"What is this?" he roared. "Have you lost your mind?"
Levi shot to his feet. "Stop! What are you doing?"
"Stay back," I ordered.
He froze.
Louis stepped forward, furious. "How dare you—"
"As your elder brother," I said, my voice sharp now, commanding, "I’m ordering you both to stay calm."
The room went dead silent.
Louis stared at .
Levi’s breath caught.
"Elder... brother?" Levi whispered.
I took a step forward and t their eyes.
"Yes," I said. "I am who you think I am," I said slowly.
The room exploded into noise.
Gasps. Shouts. Chairs scraping back.
Levi took a step back like the ground had shifted under him. Louis shook his head, over and over, like if he did it enough tis, the truth would disappear.
"That’s not possible," soone whispered.
I turned toward my father.
"It’s ," I said calmly. "Your son. Lennox."
The color drained from his face.
Fear flashed in his eyes before he could hide it.
For the first ti since I walked into that room, he looked afraid.
"You thought you were talking to a stranger," I continued, my voice resounding all over the room. "You thought you were planning with a nobody. But every word you said... you said it to ."
My father laughed, sharp and desperate. "This is a lie," he snapped. "He’s an imposter. A trick. Kill him—now!"
No one moved.
I stepped closer to him.
"You rember the scar on your left arm?" I asked quietly. "The one you got when I was eight, when I pushed you out of the way of a rogue blade?"
His eyes widened.
"You rember the old oak tree behind the south wall," I went on. "Where you trained at night because you said an Alpha must learn patience before power."
His breathing turned uneven.
"And you rember," I said, my voice dropping, "the promise you made to the night Mother cried herself to sleep. You said, ’No matter what happens, I will never turn against my sons.’"
The room went completely silent.
My father’s mouth opened, but no words ca out.
I turned slowly to face everyone else.
"I didn’t die," I said. "I was buried while still alive. And when I woke up, I couldn’t co back as myself because I realized soone wanted dead."
I lifted my hand slightly. "I had my face changed. Just like Olivia once did."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
"It was the only way to survive," I said. "The only way to find the truth."
Then I looked at Olivia.
She wasn’t shocked.
She wasn’t gasping.
She was staring at —hard, steady, eyes burning with emotion.
That’s when it hit .
She knew.
She had known.
My chest tightened.
"You knew," I said softly, more to myself than to her.
Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t deny it.
Levi’s head snapped toward her. "Olivia...?"
She didn’t look away from .
"I felt it," she said quietly. "From the beginning."
The room felt like it was holding its breath.
I looked back at my father, who was now shaking in the warriors’ grip.
"You wanted us dead," I said, my anger exploding. "Your own sons."
"You wanted us dead," I repeated, my anger finally breaking free. "Your own sons."
My father struggled against the warriors, his face twisted with rage. "You forced my hand!" he shouted. "You humiliated . You took everything from !"
"No," I said sharply. "We stopped you."
The room trembled with silence.
"You lied," I continued, my voice steady but loud enough for everyone to hear. "You poisoned your own pack with secrets. You played with lives like they were nothing. And when we stood up to you, you decided we were the problem."
Levi took a slow step forward, his face pale.
"Father... is this true?"
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