Gabriel and Matthew got to the pack house and quickly turned back into humans, grabbing some boxer shorts they kept around for just such times. With every step towards his office, Gabriel felt a growing knot in his stomach, a gut feeling that something was seriously wrong. He shared a look with Matthew, who looked just as worried.
As the door swung open, Markus was pacing the length of the spacious office. His eyes flicked to the old clock on the wall, its fancy hands moving painfully slowly. Gabriel and Matthew stepped into the room, the weight of their concerns momentarily forgotten as they took in Markus’ uncharacteristic state of unrest.
“Good, you’re here,” Markus said, halting his pacing but maintaining an air of urgency. “Please, close the door.”
Gabriel nodded, and Matthew quick
