Chapter 29
Josie's warning lingered in my mind as we entered the main compound. As we approached Mason's office could hear voices inside discussing security rotations.
When we pushed open the door without knocking, Mason looked up from a meeting with several pack members, his expression shifting instantly from annoyance to concern at the sight of us—Josie's torn clothing and my blood-stained sleeve telling their own story.
“Everyone out,” Mason ordered. “We need the room.”
The wolves walked out quickly, curious eyes lingering on my injury and the unusual sight of Josie and me arriving together. Once the door closed behind them, Mason's composure cracked slightly.
“What happened?” he demanded, moving around his desk to examine my arm.
“Trespasser on the northern border,” Josie reporte
