Klaus's POV
"Bring everything," I barked, my voice hoarse with panic. One of my warriors had asked how many weapons to take. I didn't even register who had asked—my thoughts were a tangled mess. All I could think of was Aria. My mate. In danger.
My wolf was going insane, pacing just beneath the surface of my skin, snarling and howling in desperation. He wanted out. He wanted to run to her. To protect her. The instincts of a beast didn't allow time for strategy or planning—only action, only blood.
"Alpha," Troy’s calm voice cut through the storm raging in my mind. I flinched when he placed a steady hand on my shoulder. "Sit. I’ll handle it."
Reluctantly, I let myself fall onto the leather bench in the war room. I buried my face in my hands, pressing my fingers against my temples. I need
