Abel
The pack alliance meeting was in its third hour, and Lord Morrison was droning on about trade route modifications with the passion of someone reading a grocery list. I was half-listening, making notes about which demands were reasonable and which were Morrison trying to squeeze extra profit from smaller packs, when Camden's urgent knock interrupted.
The rhythm was wrong - too sharp, too fast. Camden never interrupted alliance meetings unless something was seriously wrong. One look at my beta's face when he cracked the door open had me on my feet before he could speak.
"It's Millicent."
Those two words had my wolf surging forward with a snarl. I didn't remember leaving the conference room or what excuse Camden made to the allied pack representatives. I didn't remember the sprint th
