TYSON
Upon our return, we sank into the seats that had practically become our second home in my office. I mindlinked Liam, telling him to stop by when he had a moment.
He entered within minutes.
“Good news, Alpha. I checked the weather reports and flight conditions. The skies will be all clear tomorrow morning. We’ll be able to head down to Anchorage. I’m making sure the runway is cleaned off and the plane is fueled as we speak.”
"Beautiful," I replied, nodding in approval.
"We’re back on track," Nikolai said as soon as Liam left.
For the first time in days, I allowed myself to relax—just a little. We had a plan. We were moving forward.
But something still nagged at me.
"I don’t get it." I furrowed my brows. "Why take Terri and Gigi? Were they just easy targets? But why? What does
