Archer POV
“f**k,” I groan, rubbing my temples. The sunlight streaming through my top-floor office window is turning my headache into a migraine.
I was up all night alerting the three packs to everything going on with Stryker, his mate, and the First Coming cult. After going over the details, I joined those assigned to guard our office building where Stryker was shot.
About three hours into my guard-duty shift, someone from Dominic’s pack at Alpha Cybersecurity gave me photos of everyone in the cult we could find. Since I was technically already at work, I decided to hop on the elevator to my floor to scan the pictures and send them out to everyone. By the time I was done, there was no point in going home, so I just stayed and got caught up on projects here at work.
It’s still hard to
