Kane’s POV
Soren had been with me for three years.
In those three years, he had proven himself repeatedly, earning his patches through blood and loyalty. He’d come to us angry and desperate, barely nineteen, brimming with more attitude than sense. However, he learned and grew into someone I could trust to watch my back, even if he’d never warmed up to outsiders.
Especially not Calla. The kid had made his feelings clear from day one—lawyers couldn’t be trusted, and lawyers connected to law enforcement were poison waiting to happen.
Now he was dead, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that his suspicions might have gotten him killed.
I stood in the main room, watching my pack process what the fire meant. Jake was on the phone with his contact at the fire department, Rico was struggling
