Kaelen’s POV
The dark wood of my study desk didn't just rattle; it split straight down the center as I slammed my fists onto the surface with a heavy crash.
"Where is the interrogation report?" I demanded, my voice a rough, gravelly rumble that filled the entire room.
Idris was standing near the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, looking completely exhausted. Wren was leaning against the wall right next to him, his posture entirely too relaxed for a rogue wolf standing in front of an angry Alpha King. The locked mate bond behind my left ear was still pulsing with a sharp, rhythmic heat, delivering the stinging ache of Elara's cut arm directly into my own flesh. Every beat of my heart brought a phantom burn under my skin, and it was driving my inner wolf into a homicidal frenzy.
