Elena's POV
The journey back to the pack house was tense. Declan hadn't said a word since we'd managed to calm him down enough to shift back to human form. His father sat in the back of the SUV, hands bound, looking both relieved and wary. I couldn't blame him. The rage I'd seen in Declan's eyes... it had scared even me.
As we pulled up to the pack house, a crowd had already gathered. News travels fast in a wolf pack, especially when it involves the return of a supposedly dead Alpha. I glanced at Declan, trying to gauge his mood. His jaw was clenched, eyes hard. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"Stay close," Declan murmured to me as we got out of the car. I nodded, falling into step beside him as he marched towards the pack house, dragging his father along.
Whispers erupted as we passed
