KILLIAN
The office door creaked open without a knock. Only one person in this entire pack house would dare walk into my office like that without permission. Rowan.
He didn’t bow his head or wait for me to acknowledge him. Instead, he pulled out the chair opposite my desk and sat down with a heaviness that told me this wasn’t business as usual.
The way he leaned back, the way his gaze locked onto me—it wasn’t the look of a Beta reporting to his Alpha. No, this was just Rowan...my friend, and the only one who knew me well enough to sit across from me like this.
I sighed, rubbing at the bridge of my nose. “What is it now?”
Rowan’s lips quirked into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s probably not supposed to be my business.”
I arched a brow. “But?”
“But it is my business,” he c
