Nolan POV
Lance didn’t knock. He never did. He just pushed the door open and came inside, his jaw tight, his movements restless.
I’d been in my office all morning pouring over employment records for every person that had worked in the pack house in the past five years. I was already high strung, the revelations from my meeting with Cassian yesterday at the forefront of my mind.
My wolf stirred instantly, wary. Lance only carried himself like that when he was about to start a fight.
I set my pen down and leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes at him. “What?”
“You really going to play dumb with me?” he shot back, closing the door a little harder than necessary. His eyes were burning, the same fire I’d seen in him since we were boys. That old rage he always carried toward me. “Elli
