Shifted Fate (Amy) novel Chapter 594

The Betrayed Boys 594 Summary

The narrator and Ronnie enter a house where preparations are underway to make it look half lived-in and half closed off, creating an illusion for some purpose. Upstairs, they find the narrator’s father, who looks exhausted and ill, hooked up to an IV but still managing a weak smile. Despite his frail state, he insists on speaking privately with the narrator and Ronnie before the council arrives.

As they settle in, the narrator’s father explains he wanted to talk without being overheard. Ronnie is anxious about the council’s imminent arrival, but the father asks for a moment to share important information. The conversation is interrupted by a call from Rowan, who is on his way to join them. When Rowan arrives, he embraces the narrator, showing visible tension and worry.

Rowan reveals that the council has arrived with a full contingent of guards and, more alarmingly, they have brought the Black Spear—a powerful weapon gifted to the first Lycan by the Goddess. This spear can kill a wolf in a way that prevents their spirit from reincarnating, a fate worse than death. The presence of the Black Spear signals that the council has abandoned fairness and is taking extreme measures. The narrator’s father, despite his condition, grows more determined and reveals an even more pressing concern: there is a spy within their ranks.

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I stepped back and glanced at Ronnie, who simply shrugged his shoulders. “Could be your father,” he said casually. I gave a pointed look that said, “Could be,” and then gestured toward the house. Together, we made our way inside.

I winced slightly, feeling the weight of the moment.

The Omegas hurried about, moving quickly from one task to another. I paused to survey the progress. Everything was unfolding exactly as I had envisioned. Half the rooms appeared lived in, warm and inviting, while the other half remained dusty and untouched, sealed off from view.

“Why do you want the pack house to look like this?” Ronnie asked, peering into the sealed ballroom. “Half lived in?”

“Because I need them to believe it,” I replied firmly. We climbed the stairs, and there, by the office, stood Greyson waiting for me. “My dad?” I asked. He nodded toward the left and turned, leading me to another room. He opened the door to reveal Cass and my father seated opposite each other.

“Hey,” I greeted softly.

My father returned my gaze with a weary, worn smile. The IV drip behind him was still running, feeding into his arm. “Hey, pup,” he said quietly.

“Hey, Daddy.” I moved closer and crouched beside him. For a man who should have looked no older than twenty-eight, he was showing the strain of his ordeal. His skin had a strange grey-green tint, and exhaustion was etched deep into his features. “How are you feeling?”

He struggled to catch his breath but managed a grin. “I’m alive. Given what could have happened, I’d say that’s the best outcome.” He chuckled weakly before groaning, “Fuck, that hurts.”

Cass gave me a reassuring smile and gently rubbed my shoulder. “I’m going to check on a few things.” Greyson followed her out, and the door clicked shut behind them. My father raised a hand, sealing the room magically.

I leaned in closer. “You should be resting, not using magic.”

He patted my head affectionately. “I wanted to speak to you two without anyone overhearing.”

Ronnie took a seat across from him, wiping sweat from his face. “Please keep it brief. The council is on its way.” Glancing at his phone, he winced. “We don’t have much time.”

My father nodded solemnly. “I’m aware. That’s why I wanted this talk.” I started to stand, but he grasped my hand firmly.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” I rubbed his hand gently and then looked to Ronnie. “Could you bring me a chair?” He rose and fetched the chair beside him. I settled in, grateful for a moment to rest after the hectic hour, tightening my grip on my father’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

My father opened his mouth to speak, but my phone rang, cutting him off. I squeezed his hand, and he nodded, signaling it was fine to answer. “Hey.”

Rowan’s voice came through, slightly breathless. “Everything’s set. I’m heading inside. Where are you?”

“In the room we prepared for my dad.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” He hung up.

“Rowan’s coming,” I told my father, who nodded once.

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