Kieran’s POV
Walking into that cell felt like stepping into a goddamn powder keg. Two little pups sat at the table—eyes wide, small hands gripping each other like they were bracing for another war. They couldn’t have been older than twelve. s**t. Just babies.
And right on cue, my mother—the queen of chaos herself—opens her mouth, and the whole thing goes to hell.
“Why the hell would you bring that low-ranked nobody to our pack? Why would you mark her? Are you still on drugs, Kieran?!”
I gritted my teeth, holding it together by threads. I tried to mind-link her, Back the f**k off and focus, but she was too far gone. Her voice was sharp enough to draw blood.
“Over my dead body will that trash ever be queen!”
The girls’ eyes darted between us, like they weren’t sure if they were about
