KEVIN’S POV

I had asked Collins to arrange a meeting with all the important members of the pack on the lawn. It was Seven days since father died yet these useless morons had not found out the killer.

After a quick shower, I threw on a random shirt, a pair of jeans, and a jacket. I was about to leave when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

A sense of déjà vu assaulted me as I recalled the day Kiara had picked clothes for my meeting. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. No! I wasn’t allowed to go there. I couldn’t let myself have even...