Mason's POV
The packed house was quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across my office as I paced back and forth, unable to shake the restless energy that had been building since Lucas's return. Her report echoed in my mind, each word fueling a mixture of anger and an emotion I wasn't quite ready to name.
"She refused to come back, Mason," Lucas had said, her voice tinged with frustration. "And that Alpha, Ethan... he's protecting her. If you want to talk to Aurora, go there yourself."
I clenched my fists, a growl building in my throat. The audacity of it all - Aurora, accused of theft, refusing to face the consequences. And this Alpha, this Ethan, standing between me and my m... between me and justice.
"We'll see about that," I muttered, reaching for my phone. I was abou
