KILLIAN'S POV.
For several minutes after Elder Wells left my office, I remained seated behind my desk, staring at absolutely nothing.
The room had gone quiet again, but my thoughts had not.
Damian Claw.
Just hearing his name was enough to give me a headache.
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand over my face.
Of all the problems currently sitting on my shoulders, this was the one I hated dealing with the most.
Traps hidden inside my territory?
Fine.
Disputes between pack members?
Fine.
Asshole Alphas making demands over the phone?
Fine.
At least those things came with clear rules.
This didn't.
This was my mother.
And somehow, that made everything ten times more complicated.
Because no matter how much the Alpha in me disliked Damian Claw, the son in me hated discussin
