Wyatt POV
The incessant tick of the old clock in our home reverberated through the air, deafening in its presence. I followed the plan and returned to our home, anxiously waiting for Misty's arrival. As time passed, a sinking feeling gnawed at me, a realization that something had gone terribly wrong. The moment I saw the wolf king enter, my instincts screamed that this was a grave mistake.
In the midst of the palpable silence, the piercing ring of the phone shattered the stillness. Trembling, I walked over and lifted the receiver to my ear, desperately trying to compose myself. "Hello," I answered, my voice strained.
A voice on the other end greeted me, informing me that my assistance was urgently required at the night club. An incident involving magic had occurred, and Lord Black need
