NIKOLAI
“I don’t understand! Where the f**k is she?” Tyce’s booming voice echoed down the hallway as I stepped through the front door on Sunday evening, sweat still cooling on my skin after hours spent pushing my body to exhaustion. I walked further into the packhouse and his voice became louder as I proceeded. “We need to get that plane out tonight. I need to go to Anchorage immediately.”
I followed the sound of his shouting, rounding the corner, to find a red-faced Tyce with bulging eyes in the common area, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Across from him, Beta Liam stood firm, arms crossed, with a calm but unreadable face.
“Tyce, it’s not possible,” Liam said with a measured tone, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside the alpha.
Tyce’s chest heaved. His nostrils
