ALEXANDER
We had barely been on the road for ten minutes when my phone vibrated against the console. I glanced at the screen—Kyle. That alone made my stomach tighten. Kyle never called directly unless something was wrong or Cole was not available.
I picked up immediately.
“Kyle... what is it?” My voice came out sharper than I intended.
There was noise in the background—shouting, boots hitting floors. Kyle’s breathing was rough when he finally spoke.
“Alpha… there’s been an attack.”
My grip on the steering wheel went rigid. I had to park.
“What kind of attack?”
“It happened at the pack house this evening,” he said quickly. “Cole was stabbed.”
For one second I forgot how to breathe. The sound that left me was barely a whisper.
“What?”
“He’s alive,” Kyle rushed to add. “We have rea
