I was sitting in my room, staring at the fading moon streaming through the window, lost in my thoughts, when the door slammed open. I turned to see Regan stride in, his face dark with anger and confusion.
"Magnus," he said, his voice sharp and demanding. "You need to explain yourself. Now."
I raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "Explain what, Regan?"
"Don't play games with me," he snapped, his tone uncharacteristically harsh. "Your involvement with the drug lords. Why, Magnus? You're the Alpha of three powerful packs. Why would you stoop to dealing with criminals?"
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. I had known this conversation was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. Regan wasn't just a trusted ally; he was like a brother to me. He deserved the truth, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be painful to relive.
"It's not as simple as you think," I began, my voice calm despite the storm brewing inside me.
