"It's Alpha Maxwell," came the reply. "I need to speak with you. It's important."
I wiped at my face, trying to erase the evidence of my tears. "Just a minute."
After splashing cold water on my face in the bathroom, I opened the door to find not just Alpha Maxwell, but all four of his sons standing in the hallway. Their expressions were grim, and my stomach dropped with foreboding.
"What's happened?" I asked, immediately alert.
Alpha Maxwell's face was taut with tension. "The Northern Alliance representatives have requested a meeting with you. Tonight."
"Tonight?" My voice sounded thin even to my own ears. "But the ceremony isn't until tomorrow."
"They claim they wish to pay their respects to the last Blackthorne heir," Brent said, his tone making it clear exactly what he thought of
