Caden’s POV
I’m in awe. My mother—the most caring, loving wolf I’ve ever known—is a f*****g psycho.
Now I get it. Why people call her ruthless. Why my family warned me never to step between her and a threat to the pack.
Because I just watched her skin a man’s arms.
And I can’t look away.
I want to be sick. I feel sick. But I’m also weirdly fascinated. The way she moves—calm, focused. She’s not just torturing this guy… she’s working. And the fact that he still hasn’t talked? That baffles me more than anything.
Surely most men would’ve cracked by now?
Grandpa’s kicked back in a chair with his feet up like this is just another night at the movies. Ben is moving around the room gathering more tools, ready to hand them off like some sick little helper. Matt’s leaning against the wall yaw
