Storm
Sean answered the phone and immediately placed it on speaker.
Doyle leaned forward, his expression turning cold and businesslike.
“Celtic Moon Pack. This is Alpha Doyle. To whom am I speaking?”
“Alpha Doyle, this is Alpha Danger of the Hunter’s Moon Pack. We are calling to ask for your assistance with an urgent matter.”
The moment I heard Mason’s voice, my stomach tightened.
Of course.
Who else would have the audacity to call Doyle and ask for help after everything his pack had done to me?
Doyle’s jaw tightened.
“Alpha Danger, there is no matter—urgent or otherwise—that I would ever be interested in assisting you with. Quite frankly, I believe you have a lot of nerve calling me or my pack for anything.”
Mason gave a low chuckle.
“Alpha Doyle, the way I see it, we’re practi
