Azure's POV
“What the f**k happened yesterday?” I stepped inside my office at the pack-house with a headache from hell. I’d spent the entirety of last evening cleaning up what shouldn’t have been my f*****g mess.
“I received word that you were being trailed shortly after you left the gala, but when I tried to reach you or Nero,” I cut Finn off. “Are you going to spew bullshit excuses or get to the point? Why were those trashy assholes trying to attack me?”
Finn was used to my harsh tone when it came to these types of matters. Rogues were always going to be a damn problem. They had no morals, and due to that, packs weren’t interested in anything they had to offer unless it was for illegal purposes.
Someone had hired those dipshits thinking they’d catch me off guard. I should give them
