KILLIAN'S POV.
I knew Damian Claw had arrived long before anyone announced him.
The sound of tires crunching over the gravel outside carried through the open windows of the pack house. A second later, one of the guards knocked on my office door.
"My Alpha."
"Come in."
He stepped inside and bowed his head.
"Damian Claw has arrived."
Of course he had.
Right on time, just as my mother had said. A part of me couldn't help but worry that I knew him that well.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
Mother had been talking about his visit for almost a week.
She had personally reminded me no fewer than six times last night that I was expected to "behave."
As though I were the problem.
"As usual?" I asked.
The guard nodded.
"Yes, Alpha. Just one vehicle."
That sou
