Kalilah POV

The scent of bleach and lavender clung to the pack house kitchen like it was trying too hard to cover something up—maybe the stench of resentment.

I was just trying to keep my head down and help. Folded towels. Cleaned dishes. Stayed out of the way.

It was difficult to adjust to living here. I was known as the mate of Damon, or one day would be, should the mating be made official.

One person who didn’t like me was Caden. He seemed to despise me, acting like my mere presence here was just to annoy him. Then there was the woman here.

I tried to be helpful....