Kiera's POV
The air in the packhouse was thick with tension, an unshakable weight pressing down on my chest as Bane and I moved through the dimly lit halls. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and furious, itching to sink her teeth into whoever had dared to invade our home. The sheer audacity of it sent a firestorm of rage coursing through me, so intense that I could barely see straight. They had entered my son’s sanctuary, his safe haven, and that was something I would never forgive. I would paint the earth with their blood if it meant ensuring Koda’s safety.
Bane walked beside me, his steps measured but rigid with barely contained fury. His golden eyes burned with the same fire I felt in my bones. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to—his silence was an affirmation of the storm
