Kian's POV
The corridor was much colder than the study and I suppressed the shiver as I dug in my pocket frantically for my phone.
He couldn't be here. Surely. Not now.
I scrolled through the numbers as the panic continued to climb out of my control until I found his number.
Oliver Reynolds.
I hesitated for less than a second before hitting the call button.
"Your mother is right. He won't tell you anything," my wolf mocked as I paced restlessly while the line rang for what seemed like an eternity.
"Shut up. It's the only option I have right now." I hissed back to him in reply and he just snorted, turning his back on me in disgust.
It rang twice more and then a man answered.
"Dr. Reynolds's line, how can I help?"
It was not Oliver and I felt the urge to slam
