Kaelen's POV
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The first thing I register is the sound.
Shouting—raw, unfiltered, edged with threat—carries across the estate grounds, sharp enough to cut through the layered conversations around me. It doesn’t belong here. Not in the Dravenhart estate, where voices are controlled, measured, softened by power and protocol. This sound is too feral for that.
My body reacts before my mind does.
I straighten, every instinct snapping to attention, wolf stirring beneath my skin in a way that has nothing to do with dominance and everything to do with intrusion. Guards don’t raise their voices like that unless something has already gone wrong.
“What is that?” my father asks calmly, though I see the subtle shift in his stance, the way his presence sharpens. Alpha Dravenhart never raises his v
