ARDAN’s PoV

I paced back and forth within the war room. My mind was consumed by a single name—Caden. Ever since his arrival, things had slowly begun changing. My pack doubted my abilities, his growing influence, it all just sounds sinister.

“Ardan.”

Draven called out, pulling me away from my thoughts. I turned to see him leaning against the doorway with his face as grim as mine.

“We need to talk,” I said, gesturing for him to close the door.

He complied and stepped into the room. “What is it?”

“It’s Caden,” I began in a low tone. “Something doesn’t feel right. I grew up with him but now I...