The SUV doors opened with a pressurized hiss, the mountain air of Washington sharp and biting compared to the climate-controlled sanctuary of the car. Daenery stepped onto the gravel, her boots crunching against the stones as the military atmosphere of the Pack House pressed in on them.
Soren was waiting on the gravel drive, his tactical gear back on and a tablet gripped in his hand. Kael stepped out of the vehicle, his presence shifting instantly from the protective mate to the commanding Alpha Prince. He gave a sharp command to the Omegas standing around to unload the bags. They were to take everything up to the Alpha floor and place them in the Alpha Suite immediately.
Kael turned, meeting Soren halfway. What is the report?
Soren handed over the tablet, his expression grim. We have t
