ALIONA'S POV
I made a beeline for Julian's room the minute I stepped into the pack house. Agitation pulsated through my ribcage like molten lava, burning its way through every nerve, every bit of delicate muscle.
I ditched the shitty silver spiral staircase, and took the elevator. The metallic barrier had barely pinged open, when I dashed out, and started making my way down the hallway to Julian's room.
My steps slowed the instant I was right in front of his room. The rate of my heartbeat intensified, my palms became sticky with sweat.
Oh God.
I dug out my phone to dial Aby's number, when the door suddenly flung open. A gasp escaped my throat, my eyes widened to the shape of saucers, I feared they were going to pop out of their sockets.
In a white polo shirt that flaunted the ho
