“The fallen princess did what?!” the Alpha of the Bloodrayne pack bellowed.
“Yesterday, Alpha. The whole place was locked down. We couldn’t –”
Tobias strode to the runner and picked him up by the throat, claws digging into his skin, choking him as he linked him in the mind space.
There, he got all the information firsthand without waiting for the wolf to form his thoughts into words.
He dropped him like a rag doll, coughing and wheezing, holding his bruised, bleeding neck. The runner remained on his knees, bowing to his Alpha.
“If that is what I think it is, then the girl may be far more important than my little Alpha,” He murmured.
“More important than Dax?” Misha, his son, crooned.
“Now THAT is something indeed,” he said slyly.
“You won’t understand,” Tobias spat.
“Then expla
