QUENNOR’S POV
The sun was already high when I opened my eyes, the light too bright, too warm, in contrast to the storm brewing inside me. A quick shower did nothing to wash away the tension coiled in my chest. My reflection in the mirror looked just as haunted jaw clenched, eyes cold. I dressed with mechanical precision, each layer of clothing another barrier holding back the rage threatening to spill over.
By the time I reached the former Alpha’s estate, my mind was steel.
I stormed into Glaive’s office, not bothering to knock.
The room fell silent instantly. The former Alpha and his Luna sat stiffly on the leather couch, their posture rigid, guilt carved into the lines of their faces. Two men, his Betas, perhaps flanked them, rising to their feet as I entered. They bowed, murmuring t
