Caden
I returned to the Frost mansion just as the last rays of the sun were disappearing behind the treeline. The place was quiet, too quiet, but as I approached the front door, I could hear the faint sound of conversation inside.
Pushing open the door, I stepped into the warm light of the entryway and was immediately greeted by Ronan, his voice booming across the room. He stood near the fireplace, talking to some guy I didn’t recognize.
I narrowed my eyes at the stranger, instinctively assessing him. He was tall, well-dressed, but there was something about him that rubbed me the wrong way. I felt my wolf stir uneasily. He ordinarily was okay, I just did not feel okay with him.
“Caden,” Ronan called out as I reached them. “Good timing. This is Ethan.”
I gave a polite nod and shook t
