Kieran's study was a sanctuary of dark wood and leather, lined with books that
chronicled pack history and werewolf lore. The scent of old paper and pine filled the air.
A fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls.
Callum entered first, his presence filling the room with an authority that matched
Kieran's own. He didn't sit when Kieran gestured to the chairs. Instead, he stood in the
center of the room, his posture rigid, his eyes sharp.
Fiona closed the door behind them, her hands trembling.
"Before we begin," Callum said, his voice cutting through the silence, "I want to know
why I'm here. What exactly do you think I know, Alpha Kieran? And what are you about
to tell me?"
Kieran moved to stand behind his desk, his hands resting on the worn leather su
