CADEN
Enough!
The room had gone to the specific quiet of a crowd that knows it has crossed a line and is waiting to see who acknowledges it first.
He stood in the doorway and took it in.
Ash against the far wall, two of Bren's people on either side, hands on the jacket collar, pulling. Calloway with his phone up at a deliberate angle. Bren was standing back with his arms wide, running the whole thing from a distance like a man who had learnt to keep his hands clean.
Zion was already moving forward from the left, his easy expression gone, jaw set.
Rhen was blocked near the food table by Dex, who had positioned himself there with the specific casualness of someone doing a job.
Sixty wolves watching.
Caden looked at all of it in one second.
Then he walked in.
He didn't move fast. He
