Brandon's POV
“Move.”
The word slipped out of my mouth like a loud growl without a care of being polite.
I pushed past Beta Kyle, my boots thundering against the floorboards of the East wing.
This wing was supposed to be empty. It was supposed to be a dead zone. And yet, the scent of the one woman I never wanted to see again was filling the air, mixing with the sweet, jasmine scent of my mate.
Grayson and Zachary were right behind me. I could feel their panic, but I could also feel their hesitation. They were a little too softer than me.
I reached the door and kicked it open.
The room was dim and there they were. Desiree, looking small and confused, and Hecate. My mother.
She stood there looking exactly like the day she left…calm, beautiful, and absolutely dangerous. She didn't loo
