Matthew’s POV
I felt my blood boil the second the advisor burst into the room. His face was pale, his chest heaving like he had run all the way from the border.
Everything that came out of his mouth made my fists clench.
“Alphas! There’s been an attack at the border. Warriors from the Night Moon Pack… they’re demanding the girl with the mark.”
The room went dead silent for a second. Then rage flooded through me like wildfire.
“Who the hell do they think they are?” I growled, stepping forward. The advisor flinched.
“Jeremy Sinclair dares to demand anything from us?”
Ezekiel raised his head. He looked calm, but I could tell there was more to his calmness. His face looked uneasy.
I turned sharply toward the bed. Rebecca was still sitting there, looking small and weak after fainting.
