Chapter Ninety-three

Louis’s hands shook as he reached for the dial, his mind racing through possibilities. His father was a man of habit, of tradition. He would have chosen something meaningful, something significant. But what?

He tried their pack’s founding date first, then his father’s birth year, then the year Louis was born. Nothing. Each wrong guess made his heart pound faster, the fear that he might never open this safe clawing at his insides.

Louis closed his eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath as he tried to think. His father wasn’t just a leader—he was a man who prided himself on his legacy, on the strength of their bloodline....