Sebastian POV
The thick cardstock felt cold in my hand. I stared at the target painted over the Wolves logo, the fresh paint smearing slightly across my skin. Someone had walked into this facility, bypassed the locks, and left a direct threat in my husband's gear bag.
They got too close to Elliot. They got too close to our pup.
The air in the office filled with my scent, a heavy, suffocating wave of cedar and crushed ice with a bitter, aggressive edge. My chest tightened as I looked at the security monitors on the wall. The screens showed the hallways and corridors where staff walked around without a care, completely unaware of how close a threat had just come to our Captain.
"Get the director of arena operations in here now," I told the guard by the door, my voice low and fl
