Chapter Thirteen“YOU MUST BE JOKING,” I muttered, throwing the reports back on my father’s desk.
Chinggis growled in warning at me, and I raised my hands in apology.
“I wish I were joking. There’s nothing. It seems like all the Russian pack leaders who conspired against you have gone off the grid. Their packs act as if it’s business as usual.”
“No intel at all? None whatsoever?” I paced in front of my father’s desk, sidestepping the chair in which Dimitri was sitting.
Dimitri shook his head and shrugged. “Not a lick of it. I checked with Cristian. It’s the same at their end.”
His name hit me so hard I stumbled. I recovered fast enough, but my stomach coiled in a painful knot. My chest felt tight, painful, although I knew the constriction was only in my mind. Not real, I reminded mysel
