The pounding on his door brought Arlin awake and instantly set his mood for the day to cranky as hell. Through squinted eyes, he glanced at the clock beside his bed. Seven-thirty. Who in their right mind visited people this damn early?
With a growl, he tossed his covers to the side and dragged his legs to the side of the bed. Once on his feet, he grabbed his robe, slipping it over his shoulders and tying it around his waist. “This better be damn important,” he groused as he stormed his way through the house toward the front door.
However, when he opened it and noticed Jed Hawkins with his shaggy, ash-gray hair, and Farren Covington, with his bright gold eyes and gray hair, standing there, his stomach churned into a nauseous knot. The Alphas of the panthers and wolves appearing on his po
