Kaelen's POV
I slammed the study door behind me with enough force to make the heavy wood shudder against its frame. The sound of the lock engaging echoed through the room like a gunshot. I remained motionless for several heartbeats, my palm still pressed against the cold brass handle, absorbing the weight of what I was about to do.
The familiar surroundings of my private domain stretched before me. This room had witnessed countless decisions that shaped the fate of our pack. Tonight would be no different.
My footsteps were measured as I crossed to the imposing oak desk that dominated the space. The wood was so dark it seemed to devour the lamplight, its surface scarred by decades of use. I had conducted pack business here. Signed treaties. Ordered executions. But tonight, I needed something far more personal.
