CHAPTER 66
Fiona burst into the room, her gait uneven and hurried, her eyes already full of unshed tears. Kayden had been standing beside the high window, gazing out into the moonlit garden, but the urgency of her movements forced him to turn immediately.
She hadn't hesitated to greet him or take a breath. She'd jumped into his arms, her screams ripping through the air between them. "Kayden… my father…" Her voice trembled, words stuck in her throat. "He… he was so furious when I told him I wanted a pack of my own."
Kayden's brows had drawn down slightly, but his voice remained soft, guarded, held back. "Furious? Why?"
Fiona's crying grew louder, her hold on his arm tightening. "Because… he never planned to give me a pack to begin with." She moved back enough to meet his gaze, her red,
