Third POV
“What is going on?!” a familiar voice demanded.
Samuel Williams pushed through the crowd, his expensive suit and commanding presence parting the onlookers like water. His face was flushed with anger, eyes darting between his sobbing daughter and the Sullivan brothers.
“Daddy!” Annie cried out, breaking free from the warrior’s grip to run toward her father. “They’re banishing me! Tell them they can’t do this!”
Samuel pulled his daughter protectively behind him, squaring his shoulders as he faced Lucas and Liam. Despite being in his fifties, he didn’t look haggard or old—the result of decades as one of the pack’s highest-ranking officials.
“Lucas, Liam,” he acknowledged with barely concealed contempt. “Would someone care to explain why my daughter is being manhandled through a public mall?”
Some people in the crowd drew a breath at the lack of formality. Samuel had failed to properly address his Alphas.
