Alpha Lir POV
My phone was a persistent vibrating insect in my pocket.
My Beta Marcus had called several times in the last ten minutes.
He was hellbent on reminding me that the border at Silvercrest was being pressed by a rogue faction, and the council was demanding their Alpha to return to the boardroom before the silver markets plummeted and the pack fell into chaos.
I should have been halfway to the garage. I should have been focused on the border breach and the deployment of our enforcers.
Instead, I was standing in the dim, stone-walled corridor of the Guest Wing, my hand hovering over the heavy brass handle of Suite 406. My wolf was pacing a frantic, jagged line behind my ribs, his claws shredding my lungs.
Go inside, he snarled, his voice vibrating frantically in my skull.
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