Alpha Rowland's POV
I had been pacing for the past ten minutes, but it felt like ten hours. My boots thudded against the wooden floor in a rhythm I couldn’t stop. Every step was a coil of frustration winding tighter in my chest. I didn’t care that my pacing had worn a faint path in the floor. My mind was on one thing only—my daughter, Irene.
The moment I’d heard she was in Enzo’s pack, my blood had run hot. My pack members knew I could be patient in politics, but when it came to my family, patience was not in my nature. Irene was my only child. I’d done everything to keep her out of dangerous situations, and yet here I was, unable to understand why she was in enemy territory.
I pulled my phone out and called my beta. My voice was sharp, leaving no room for excuses.
“Get outside. Now.”
