Chapter 94

Tyler. "I didn't ask for this," I began, each word weighed down by the burden of truth. "I never wanted to be the Alpha of Crest pack. Especially after what Ethan did to get me out of the pack. It was never my desire. But circumstances have thrust me into this role, and I cannot turn my back on my duty and my father's legacy." I felt the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as the elders exchanged wary glances. They were skeptical; I saw it in their eyes, heard it in the way their voices seemed to drip with doubt. "Duty?" one of them echoed. "Where was this sense of duty when our pack needed you? When Ethan robbed us of our freedom, where were you?" "I was rebuilding," I replied. "Rebuilding what I had lost to Ethan. What kind of brother would I have been if I killed my own brother to remain Alpha?" They didn't understand, couldn't understand the choices I had made, the sacrifices I had been forced to endure. "You killed good men in your bid to rescue a damsel in distress,"