KEEGAN POV
We’d been kicked out of the apartment — the alpha suite — but thankfully not booted from the pack house entirely. Now we stood cramped in the hallway outside Katherine’s makeshift sanctuary, feeling like kids grounded for bad behavior.
From somewhere down the corridor, Kingsley’s voice broke the tense silence, laced with desperate hope.
“Did she say snacks? Do we get snacks?”
I glanced at the door, my mind flicking to the binder I’d abandoned on the couch inside — that “Week-by-week baby growth” bible I treated like a lifeline.
“Left the binder behind. Feeling pretty exposed,” I whispered, tugging at my collar like a guy who just realized he’d walked into a gunfight unarmed.
Kyle shuffled nervously next to me, voice pitched with tentative optimism.
“Is it safe to come bac
