Chapter 85
Sunday morning in the packhouse usually hummed with a slow, relaxed energy, but for Beau and Viggo, the air felt thick with the weight of an impending judgment. There was no formal pack training on the schedule, yet neither man had slept soundly. Allie’s summons had arrived like a silent thunderclap the night before: 7:30 AM—Her office. No excuses.
Viggo, having spent the night in one of the first-floor guestrooms, was already pacing the hallway on the third floor by 7:15. His muscles were stiff from the previous day's combat, but his mind was sharp. He knew he was the safe choice, a formidable warrior with a clean record and a steady hand.
Across the territory, Beau had left his father’s townhouse while the sun was still a bruised purple on the horizon. His stomach was in kn
