Ryder was staring at pack ledgers, the numbers blurring before his eyes, when a pale Matteo barged into the study without knocking. His eyes were wide, and his hands were visibly trembling.
“Are we under attack?” Ryder jumped to his feet, his wolf rising to the surface.
“Worse,” Matteo muttered. “Your father is here. And he’s furious.”
The door swung open with a violent crash. Former Alpha Ryan strode in, his presence filling the room with suffocating authority.
“What the hell is this?” he roared, his chest heaving.
“Depends on what you’re referring to, Father,” Ryder replied, trying to maintain his composure.
“I left for a few years to fulfill your mother’s dream of traveling the world. I left a flourishing pack in your hands!” Ryan paced the room like a caged beast. “And I return,
