Caesar's POV
The call came in just after midnight as I was reviewing acquisition proposals in my study. Marcus's name flashed on my phone screen, unusual for this hour.
"What is it?" I answered curtly, setting down my whiskey.
"Alpha, there's been an incident at the clinic today," Marcus reported, his voice tense. "It involves Viya."
My grip tightened on the phone. "What happened?"
As Marcus relayed the details—Miranda's fall, the police questioning, the rumors spreading through both packs—I felt my wolf Olsen growing restless. Someone had dared to accuse Viya of violence? The very thought was absurd.
"Where is she now?" I demanded.
"Our sources say she went to Blackwood Pharmaceuticals after leaving the clinic. She should still be there—her car is in the parking gar
