Kyran Pov
I heard the knock on my door, and my whole body tensed. I knew who it was before I even opened it. There was only one person who knocked like that. Hard, impatient, and demanding immediate attention.
I stood up slowly and walked to the door. My chest still hurts from the failed ritual. My legs felt weak, like they could barely hold my weight. But I forced myself to move normally so Urdon would not see how much pain I was in.
I opened the door and found Urdon standing there with hard eyes and a tight jaw. He looked like he had not slept at all, his hair was messy, and his clothes were wrinkled like he had been wearing them for days.
"Alpha," I said and tried to keep my voice steady. "What can I do for you?"
"We need to talk," Urdon said. It was not a question or a request. "Right now. About everything Freda has been saying."
