_Kieran's POV_
The morning came faster than I expected.
I woke up before the sun had fully risen. My mind was already racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. My wolf, Atlas, stirred within me. He was restless. He didn't like the unknown, and right now, everything about the Redmoon Pack felt uncertain.
I pushed the feeling aside and got out of bed. I had already planned everything the night before. My suit was neatly laid out—a black, tailored piece that exuded power and authority. I knew appearances mattered, especially when dealing with an Alpha I knew nothing about. If I wanted Lucian to take me seriously, I had to look the part.
But it wasn’t just about looking strong. I needed to be strategic. That’s why I had also prepared a gift.
The gift was carefully chosen—a handcrafted dagge
