Gunnar’s POV

I was walking fast through the quiet hallway that led to my mother’s chambers, and even though my face looked calm, my mind was not calm at all. 

Every step I took felt heavier because of everything that had happened in the last few hours. Riley’s scent was still all over me, and it was driving my wolf restless in a way I had not felt in years. I hated that feeling because it made me lose control, and losing control was the last thing I could afford right now.

I stopped in front of the door and stared at it for a few seconds. My hand was...