~ Alpha Bastian's POV ~
Baskier ran as fast as he could to get me back to the packhouse, insanely concerned about the vague description about why I had to get back to my mate so quickly. I know that our sons should've been told something about what had caused me to drop our entire conversation and run off, but I couldn't even think about explaining it to them since I was immediately worried about something dealing with our new little pup and my mate. I wasn't even sure at this point if the boys were following me or not. Baskier and I just ran and ran as fast as we could.
After about twenty minutes, we made it to the packhouse and we sniffed out Laila's scent. The usually intriguing scent smelled more like vile iron than it usually did and led down to the shelter in the bottom of the pac
