Daniel’s POV

The corridors of the pack house still smelled faintly of ash and storm after Kael’s fury last night. I hadn’t slept much. I couldn’t. My Alpha’s temper was a fire that burned too close, and no matter how loyal I was, sometimes it felt like standing in the middle of a battlefield with no shield.

Morning light crept through the curtains of my chamber when a knock sounded at the door. I already knew it wasn’t just a summons,it was Kael. He had that way of dragging people into his storm whether they were ready or not.

I tugged on my boots and opened the door. A guard...