Alpha Farrell’s Pov

I let out a low groan as I pulled out to the passage. No one seemed to be home as I walked up the stairs leading to the rooftop. I needed all the time I could get to myself.

“It looks like you’ve had so little time to think of your next line of action.”

I turned just in time to see some standing in the shed. It felt like my father talking as the cane in his hand smacked against the floor as he stepped into the dim light of dawn.

I looked down, ashamed to speak to the apparition of my father, who came out...