Cayden POV
Who knew how many documents I could sign in one day?
It's a lot.
Angela gave me contract after contract for my John Hancock and I'm pretty sure I've got carpal tunnel.
Honestly, it really hindered my research.
I stumbled on some files in the pack database about some highly trained shifters. It was password-protected and when I asked Angela if she knew about it, suddenly all these files that needed signatures were the top priority of the day.
I don't even know what I did to piss her off this time.
Rolling out my wrist, I open the door to the mansion.
I'm not prepared for what greets me.
It's a frenzy. I'm assaulted with the freshly cut flora scent of hundreds of bouquets.
They're everywhere.
“What in the world…?"
“Cayden! Cayden."
Through the garden that has
