ALEXANDER
I was just returning from a meeting in town, then Cole followed me into my office. His face told me everything before his mouth...something was wrong.
“We have a problem,” he said without preamble, his voice carrying the weight of urgency.
I ran a hand through my hair. “What kind of problem?”
“Rumors,” Cole replied, jaw tight. “Someone’s spreading news about the border incident. Almost half the pack already knows the details. They know about the missing guards. They even know that one of them was caught and is in custody.”
My chest tightened. I froze, staring at him as though he’d just spoken in another language. That information wasn’t supposed to leave the room—not yet, not until I had solid answers. I had kept the matter close because the pack couldn’t afford panic, not
