KYLE POV
I was pacing.
Not just walking, not even striding. No. I was full-on pacing like a caged wolf, every step echoing through the polished wooden floor of our office, my heart jackhammering against my ribs.
Aunt Lyra and Mom were taking too long.
They should’ve been here already.
If there was anyone who could help us figure this out—who could look this madness in the eye and not flinch—it was them. My mother, fierce as a thunderstorm, and Aunt Lyra, who probably knew more about the supernatural world than all the Council combined.
And we needed them now.
Because nothing in the history of our pack had prepared us for the truth we’d just been handed.
Keegan’s snarl cut into my spiraling thoughts.
"You’re freaking our mate out."
I looked toward him, and my breath caught.
There
