Enzo's POV
I was in my office with Ash when the mindlink from Atlas cut through like a blade. His voice was sharp, laced with irritation, and beneath that, urgency.
*“Enzo, Bryan made some decisions. He’s insisting on coming to your pack along with me. I’ll explain when we get there.”*
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple. Bryan again. That Alpha had a knack for complicating simple matters. I didn’t respond immediately, letting the weight of his words settle before answering.
*“Fine,”* I sent back through the link, *“but don’t drag unnecessary tension into my walls. I’ll handle it once you’re here.”*
When the link cut off, I caught Ash’s eyes on me. He had that quiet, calculating look he always wore when something smelled off.
“What did he say?” Ash asked, already moving tow
