Chapter 3
“In three days, I’ll award Lucas the Warrior Medal, and I expect your son to attend. He needs to publicly apologize and thank Lucas.”
“This will be his final opportunity.”
I laughed too, but it was a bitter, hollow laugh. So this is the kind of father my son had.
“Fine, in three days, Andrew will give Lucas a big surprise.”
Anthony seemed satisfied with my acquiescence and went into the treatment room to share the good news with Lucas. Ivy hugged him in joy, but I noticed a strange look of worry flicker across Lucas’s face.
I watched the three of them together, a happy family.
Enjoy it while you can, because in three days, you’ll be laughing no longer.
After leaving the hospital, I went to the Wolf Council to submit my request to share my clan’s memories.
The council elders repeatedly advised me that memory sharing could only occur between blood relatives. If I wanted to force the memory sharing with the entire pack, there would be a price to pay.
The physical pain would be unbearable, comparable to having my heart ripped out.
I knew the consequences, but I had already made my decision. My son was a brave warrior, and I would not allow him to be dishonored even after death!
Furthermore, those wolves who bullied and deceived him had to die. If they were allowed to live, countless more “Andrews” would be born.
After much resistance, the council agreed to my request to share the memories.
Once everything was arranged, I went home and gathered all of Andrew’s belongings.
Andrew didn’t want his father, so I would take him and leave for a new pack.
Before I left, I left Anthony the agreement to sever the mate bond.
If he didn’t agree, I would take forceful measures!
No matter the cost!
With everything in place, I rushed back to my son’s side. Even if it was only to look at him in the ice coffin, at least it would bring me peace.
