Bryan's POV
I was already halfway to the door when Alpha Enzo finally called the meeting to an end. My head was buzzing with numbers, patrol schedules, and the usual political undercurrents that came with sitting through his leadership gatherings. I needed air. And space.
I had one hand on the door handle when a voice behind me cut through the noise in my head.
“Alpha Rowland! Alpha Rowland!”
It was Beta Kumar, panting like he’d just run the length of the training grounds. His eyes weren’t even on me—they were locked on Rowland, who had been lingering a few steps behind. Kumar skidded to a stop and lowered his voice, but I was close enough to catch every word.
“It’s Irene, Alpha… she’s in the holding cell. Alpha Enzo ordered it. Said she broke one of the pack rules.”
I froze mid-step
