CADEN
I tore through my room like a man possessed.
Drawers were yanked open and emptied onto the floor. Books were pulled from shelves, their pages shaken out before being tossed aside.
My closet had been ransacked so thoroughly it looked like a hurricane had passed through, but the photograph was nowhere to be found.
My mother's face. Her smile. The only piece of her I had left was gone.
I slammed my fist against the wall, the impact sending a sharp jolt of pain up my arm. It did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. If anything, it made it worse.
Someone had taken it. Someone had been in my room, gone through my things, and stolen the one possession that actually mattered to me.
And I had a pretty good idea who.
“Looking for something?”
I spun around, my wolf surging to t
