The dire threat of the rogues was in the wind, and every Alpha could sense it. I understood their decision to want to protect their own borders. If we gave up the front line, every pack would be at risk.
I took the phone from the Beta and brought it to my ear. “Good morning, Damien.”
“Not so good,” he said, his voice tight.
I gripped my cane hard, my heart starting to pound. “Has the war started already?”
“No,” Damien said, and I tried to calm down. But Damien wasn’t an overly emotional man. He wouldn’t sound this pissed off and desperate without good reason.
“What’s happening?” I asked. “Give it to me straight before I worry myself into a hospital bed.” That wasn’t a joke. It could actually happen given my bothersome wound.
“Amelia remembers.”
Thank the Gods my office chair was beh
