Caden walked into Alpha Matteo’s office. The space was grand, filled with sculptures and plaques, reflecting Matteo’s obsession with making an impression. He had been training relentlessly every day, honing his stealth and fighting skills, waiting for the day Matteo would summon him with the news he so desperately wanted to hear, the mission on Thorne.
Although he itched to march down to Thorne’s territory and engage him in battle to avenge his father, he respected Matteo’s decision to observe the coast first.
Matteo was seated in his black, plush office chair, a thick, lit cigar in hand. As he heard Caden enter, he turned his head to regard him but burst into a coughing fit, the smoke evidently getting into his lungs.
“Alpha,” Caden said, bowing in respect.
“Caden, boy,” Matteo rasped
