Chapter 32

MAGNAR’S POV I paced the length of my room, my fists clenched at my sides. Something was off. I’d felt it for a while now, ever since that damn slave incident. My father had always been a controlling Alpha, but his actions lately went beyond his usual paranoia. He’d tightened the leash on the slaves, especially those who hadn’t shifted yet. At first, I thought it was just him being his ruthless self. My father doesn’t care about them—he never has. To him, they’re tools, expendable assets to serve the pack. But now? Now, he was keeping them closer, monitoring their every move. Why? What was so special about these wolves that he’d suddenly shifted his focus onto them? I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed, raking a hand through my hair. The slaves weren’t even allowed to leave the packhouse anymore, except to work in the neighboring homes. At night, they were all confined to the basement, no exceptions. It wasn’t normal. My father wasn’t protecting them; he was watching them. Waiting