Chapter 4

The pack house settled into an uneasy quiet as evening approached. I found myself drawn to Dean's study, a room I'd been forbidden to enter during our mating years. The heavy oak door stood slightly ajar, and through the gap, I could see the warm glow of lamplight across his mahogany desk.

My wolf stirred restlessly as I pushed the door open. The familiar scent of leather and pine couldn't mask the underlying tension that seemed to permeate everything in this house now. Dean's desk was covered with correspondence, official-looking documents bearing elaborate seals that made my stomach clench with…