Gregory walked with heavy steps, his mind already clouded with worry, as one of the warriors came up and handed him a shirt and pants.
He pulled them on in silence, his thoughts elsewhere. His gaze remained focused ahead as he entered the pack warriors’ house, eager for a moment of rest after the battle.
As he sat down, leaning back, trying to catch his breath, the door burst open.
Steven, one of the warriors, rushed in, panting heavily. "Alpha!" he called, his voice trembling with urgency.
Gregory growled under his breath. "Can’t I get a moment of peace?"
Steven hesitated but pushed forward. "I'm sorry, Alpha, but... there's been an issue. It’s about Luna Emma."
At the mention of Emma, Gregory shot to his feet, his eyes blazing. "What happened to my mate? Speak!"
Steven’s face was
