Kane’s POV
Omegas and other pack members scurry out of my way as I stomp towards the elders’ chamber. They bow to me and greet me with the usual ‘Alpha’, but don’t make eye contact. They can sense my anger rolling off of me in waves. What should have been a joyous homecoming turned into another day of dealing with the damn elders.
Graham and Axel rush up behind me, their footsteps falling heavily on the wood floors. Their easygoing demeanors from earlier vanish, and their faces harden into serious expressions when we reach the end of the corridor. Mad Dog and Hannibal take their places behind me as my seconds-in-command.
Pushing the chamber door open, we walk in unannounced. The room is dark and dingy, with thick velvet drapes covering the windows. Bathed in the flickering warm light
