Damian
The first rays of dawn were just starting to peek over the horizon as I made my way into the pack house. The smell of fresh coffee hit me as soon as I walked through the door, a small mercy after a sleepless night.
Ethan was already in the conference room, dark circles under his eyes matching my own. He wordlessly handed me a steaming mug as I slumped into my chair at the head of the long oak table.
"You look like s**t," he said by way of greeting.
I grunted, taking a long swig of coffee. "Feel like it too. Any word from the other Alphas?"
Ethan nodded, sliding a tablet across the table. "They're all on their way. Should be here within the hour."
I scrolled through the messages, my frown deepening with each one. The situation was worse than I'd feared. Reports of increased rog
