_Kieran's POV_
I sat in my office, surrounded by stacks of papers. The room was dimly lit. The only source of light was coming from the desk lamp beside me. The soft glow cast long shadows across the wooden walls, making the space feel smaller than it actually was.
I sighed and rubbed my temples. I wasn’t even reading the documents anymore. My mind kept going back to what I had seen.
The packhouse.
The black car.
The unknown Alpha.
Something about that place had unsettled me, and I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t just the isolation of the pack or the way they operated in secrecy. It was something deeper—something my wolf, Atlas, had felt before I even understood what was happening.
I leaned back in my chair and exhaled slowly.
Then, a knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," I called out,
