Freya’s POV
The ride back from lunch had been quiet, almost too quiet. Orson walked beside me, his expression calm but unreadable as always. Lunch was very nice, and we'd talked about so many things.
He broke off a part of his doughnuts which he handed over to me, and I muttered a thank you. Some employees passed by, their eyes fixed on us before they forced themselves to look away. They could gossip all the want, I didn't care.
Before we even reached the office, the beta came running toward us. His chest was heaving like someone or maybe something had chased him. His whole body was shaking when he got to us.
"Alpha," he exhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath. I could smell trouble.
“Alpha! Rogues—rogues at the border!” he shouted, bending over to catch his breath. "Th
