Max stepped through the basement door, the smell of dust and cleaning materials making him cringe his nose. He could sense at least half a dozen people inside, and by the time he reached the last of the stairs, he could see them all. Three warriors stood with stiff postures across from the big metal cage that was taking a third of the basement. All of their eyes were locked on Ian, who was lying on the low bed inside the cage with the pack doctor still examining him. Nikki was pacing outside by the bars, biting her nails with a concerned expression.
When she heard Max’s approach, she turned towards him, lowering her eyes guiltily.
“I’m so sorry, Alpha,” she said in a strained voice. “Ian has always been so cheerful and laid back, I never saw any signs of distress, let alone such strong
