Tyler POV
I’m seated in my office in the main packhouse, intently researching Alpha James Thornhill, when my cell phone begins to ring. I answer it without looking to see who’s calling. “Alpha Tyler Cross.” I answer formally.
“Alpha Cross, this is Alpha Thyges.” I hear the strained voice of Travis through the phone.
“Ah Travis, sorry about that, I didn’t look to see who was calling. Is everything ok?” I apologize for the formalities and inquire to his tone.
“No, it’s definitely not ok. We have a major situation that’s arisen. Can we meet to talk in person?” Travis sounds really pissed.
I immediately respond, “Yes, of course. I’m in my office at the main packhouse, you can join me here.”
“Thanks, I’ll be bringing my pack members, but I’d appreciate if we kept this under tight confide
