"When your family was destroyed, my father heard about the Hala bloodline falling and he mourned it," Steven said, walking slowly as he spoke. "But then a small infant girl with green eyes and blonde hair came through our patrol route and he became convinced she was Lycan. He kept you close for over a year, his ambition of having a Lycan under his roof overriding everything else, including his own son. You were more important to him than I ever was. When you did not shift at the Lycan age he had to redirect his attention back to running the pack. And when he eventually discovered what I had been doing with the rogues, I had no choice but to poison him."
I snarled. "So all of this is jealousy. You are jealous that your father cared for a child he found in a river more than he cared for you."
