Caden's POV

By the time I reach my father’s wing of the pack house, the anger inside me is already burning out of control.

My steps are heavy and fast as I move down the long hallway and every person who sees me quickly moves out of the way like their life depends on it.

Maybe it does.

Two maids are walking toward the corridor carrying folded sheets but the moment they notice my face their expressions turn pale.

They freeze.

Then they quickly lower their heads and try to move aside.

But I am already too angry to care.

“Move,” I snap.

They scramble away immediately and one of...