Bryan's POV
The ride back to my pack felt longer than it should have. Even with the steady hum of the tires on the road and the occasional snap of branches as we cut through the forest trail, my head wouldn’t quiet. I had too much to think about, too much I wanted answers to, and not enough patience to keep my thoughts in check.
By the time the familiar scent of home hit me, I was already tense. My pack’s land spread wide, the tall wooden gates opening as two guards spotted the car. They bowed deeply as we passed, and I didn’t bother acknowledging them. I wasn’t in the mood for formalities.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the main house, and before I even stepped out, the front doors opened. My father—Alpha Baron—was standing there, shoulders squared, the kind of posture that remin
