Kael’s POV

We stopped in front of the house that belonged to Angus Frenchman, hoping he was home with the witch.

“Let me check, Alpha,” Dmitri suggested.

“I’ll be fine,” I insisted. “Let’s go.”

We walked towards the house. But at the door, there was no response.

“How about we break the door open?” I asked, pissed.

Dmitri stared at me like I had said something abominable. I didn’t wait for an answer. My boot rammed against the door. Twice.

The door gave way.

I stepped in but Dmitri remained outside, looking stupefied.

“What? Are you going to stand there? Come inside.”

He stepped in like he was walking on...