Victor's POV
My office door slammed open with enough force to rattle the windows.
I looked up sharply from the reports I had been reviewing to see Abel standing in the doorway, his face flushed and his breathing heavy like he had been running.
"Alpha," he said urgently. "We have a problem."
I set down my pen slowly, keeping my expression calm even though his tone had already set my nerves on edge. "What kind of problem?"
He crossed the room in three long steps and forcefully placed a thick file on my desk.
"Blood River Pack," he stated. "The intelligence you asked me to gather. It's worse than we thought."
I picked up the file and opened it. The first page showed a picture of a young woman. An Omega, based on the scent markers noted in the report. Her face was covered in bruises, o
