The revelation hit Kyle like a blade to the chest, but instead of dulling his fury, it only sharpened it.

“How did Meredith even find Lucy?” he roared inwardly, mind spiraling. “What the fuck does a witch want with a were-she-wolf?”

His voice dropped, low and guttural, vibrating with raw hate. “Did you take her to the witch?” Each word scraped out of him like gravel, his eyes glowing, veins pulsing across his temple. His entire frame quaked, not with fear, but with the kind of fury that demanded blood.

Falcon held his son’s stare for a long, weighted moment, then lied. “No. I was taking Lucy to the dungeon,...