Kaelen's POV
The pack’s training hall is empty now.
I tell myself I’ll sleep it off, that tomorrow I’ll be fine. Celestine’s jealousy, her accusation, the way she flinched when I walked out—it’s all a blur I don’t want to revisit.
When I reach my house, the lights are low. I drop my bag by the door and strip off my shirt, ready to hit the shower. That’s when the intercom buzzes.
A flash of irritation hits me. I glance at the clock; it was close to dawn already.
I press the button. “Yeah?”
My father’s voice comes through, low and unyielding. “Come over.”
No greeting. No reason. Just an order. He could have simply used the mental pack link, but he chose the intercom to show he didn't need his Alpha status to control me.
I stare at the speaker for a moment. I could ignore it. Pretend
