HAYES
The morning sun came through the big windows of my study. I hadn't slept more than an hour. Every time I closed my eyes, Kyle would shake my mind, demanding to check on Ciara.
I stood up from my chair and adjusted my shirt. My hand still had small dried cuts from the wine glass last night, but I ignored it. I walked out of the study and went straight down the hall toward the kitchen. The pack house was already busy with maids cleaning up the mess from the banquet, and they quickly moved out of my way when they saw the look on my face.
When I pushed the kitchen doors open, the staff froze. Hazel, one of the cooks was standing by the stove, holding a tray with a bowl of warm porridge, fresh bread, and fruit.
"Alpha," Hazel said quickly, bowing her head. "I was just about to bring t
