Chapter 463: Sharp Turn

Frederick He couldn’t reach him in the North—well, at least this time, he did. His call had finally been answered, but he could hear the man on the other end panting heavily, breath ragged as if fighting to stay calm. The urge to smash the phone in his hand was palpable. "What?" he barked into the phone above the howling winds that threatened to split him apart. "It’s your mother. I think… you need to come here," the voice said, cryptic and unsettling. It was one of the strangest calls he had ever received. He was already interested, already turning around, already needing to know what was happening. It took him days, but eventually, he reached the pack. He stormed into the pack hospital, walking down the sterile hallways, the scent of alcohol mixed with something strange—something off. When he finally reached the door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle. He could already sense the grief waiting on the other side, the suffocating tension that had built u