STONEVALE PACK
Darren didn’t knock.
The door to Janet’s quarters slammed open hard enough to echo down the corridor, the force of it rattling against the hinges as he stepped inside without hesitation.
“Janet!”
His voice carried—sharp and impatient—cutting through the quiet space like he owned it.
He barely took in the room.
Didn’t care to.
He was already pacing forward, tension rolling off him in waves, his jaw tight, his hands flexing like he needed something to break just to release the pressure building inside him.
“Janet!”
“I heard you the first time.”
Her voice came from behind him.
Darren turned.
Janet stood just outside the doorway now, having followed him in, her expression already set in clear disapproval. Her arms folded slowly across her chest as she stepped fully i
