Theo's POV
Something was wrong.
I sat in my office, staring at the quarterly reports spread across my desk, but the numbers might as well have been written in ancient hieroglyphics for all the sense they made. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, a constant agitation that made it impossible to focus on anything for more than a few seconds at a time.
*She's in trouble. Claire's not okay.* my wolf growled, the words echoing through my consciousness with urgent certainty.
"And how the f**k would you know that?" I muttered aloud, earning a concerned look from Beta Charles, who was sitting across from me reviewing personnel files.
*Something's wrong. I can sense it.*
The restlessness had been building all afternoon. Why the f**k was my wolf affected and how the hell cou
