Killian's jaw was clenched, his temper festering just beneath his surface. His black wolf lingered close by, its wild power barely restrained within his flesh. His fists were clenched at his sides, veins corded along his forearms, as he strode deeper into the enemy's lands. Night air seemed to warp around him, curving to the pressure of his fury.
Word spread fast. No one halted him before he reached the center of the pack grounds. Halls of evil-smelling Kaden's den grew quiet, as if even the rocks sensed the peril walking among them. Wolves whispered in the partially open doors, their eyes wide with terror.
Killian did not hesitate. His boots boomed against the wooden floors with rhythmic pace as he strode to Kaden's study. He threw open the door without knocking.
The room was shadowed,
