Back at Crestmoon Pack…
The heavy wooden doors of the Alpha’s study slammed shut as Kadel’s angry voice thundered through the room.
“Do you think you are above discipline now?!” he barked.
Kaden knelt in the center of the room, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with defiance. His tutor stood by the wall, his face pale, one cheek still red from the slap he had received earlier.
“I only did what he deserved,” Kaden said stubbornly. “He spoke to me like I was nothing.”
Kadel’s eyes flared with rage.
“You raised your hand against a tutor!” he roared. “Do you know what that means?”
He stepped forward, lifting his hand to strike Kaden.
Before his palm could land, Lyria rushed between them and grabbed his wrist.
“Stop it!” she cried. “Have you lost your mind?”
She turned to Kaden immed
