FREYA'S POV
We are halfway to the warehouse when Adrian's phone rings.
His jaw tightens. He glances at the screen then at Marcus. Something passes between them. Something not good.
"Answer it." Marcus says quietly. "You have to."
Adrian hits the button and puts it on speaker. "This better be important."
"Alpha Metcalfe." The voice is old. Male. Dripping with authority. "We need to speak. Immediately."
"Elder Nathaniel. I am in the middle of something."
"Yes. We are aware. Which is precisely why we are calling." Papers rustle in the background. "Turn your vehicles around. Return to pack headquarters. The Council demands an emergency session."
"The Council can wait. I have a threat to neutralize."
"The threat can wait. Your pack cannot." Another voice joins in. Female. Just as old.
