George.
I had barely raised the fork of roasted meat to my mouth when a loud knock stopped my action.
A young servant poked his head into the room, his eyes wide, “Alpha Lev says he needs to speak to you, urgently,” she announced.
I lowered the fork down slowly on the plate with the meat, my appetite vanishing immediately.
Something in her voice, the way it sounded strained—nervous, it told me this wasn’t just an ordinary call or a roll call.
By the time I reached the entrance to his room, I felt the tension in my body, strangely, it's like I could feel the way he felt, breathing harder and harder as I approached the door, not bothering to knock, I stepped in quietly and shut the door behind me.
Lev sat at his table, his elbows rested on the table, both on a straight line, not too fa
