Sophie's POV
I was stuck in our quarters with two warriors positioned outside the door like I was a prisoner in my rooms. Which, technically, I was. Protective custody—Marcus's words, not mine.
Christian was in the formal conference room with Harold, and I could feel the tension radiating through our pack bond like a physical thing. I paced the length of our suite, unable to sit still, unable to focus on anything except the constant hum of Christian's controlled fury.
Then my phone buzzed. Marcus's message: Christian needs you in the meeting room. Now.
I didn't waste time asking why. My protective detail—three warriors I'd never seen before but apparently trusted with my life—escorted me through the pack house corridors. I could sense the shift in energy throughout the buildi
