_Dorian's POV_
I stormed into the packhouse, my mind racing.
Lyla was in danger.
The dream replayed in my head—the beast, the blood, the way her terrified eyes had searched for help. My wolf, Shadow, paced inside me. He was restless and eager to move. I had made my decision. I would find her.
Marcus, my Beta, stood by the fireplace in my office, sipping a glass of whiskey. He looked up as I entered, his brows knitting together.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said.
I ignored his remark. “We’re going to the Blood Moon Pack.”
Marcus’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t react immediately. He set his glass down, crossing his arms. “And why the hell would we do that?”
I grabbed a map from my desk, rolling it open. “I need to speak with Alpha Aaron. We’ll be bringing some of ou
