Dominic
I finished handling the last pack alliance meeting and rubbed my temples.
My head was pounding. Something felt wrong.
The three northern packs had finally agreed to the new territorial boundaries, but my wolf couldn't focus on the victory. He kept whining, a low sound that meant trouble.
"Is there still a flight tonight?" I asked suddenly.
My assistant looked surprised. "Alpha Dominic , you want to change your flight to tonight?"
"There's one at 11:30 PM, but isn't that too late, Alpha ?"
I checked my phone again. No reply to the message I'd sent hours ago.
In all my years as an Alpha, I'd learned to trust my wolf's instincts. Right now, they were screaming danger.
"Change it," I said firmly. "11:30 works."
"Right away, Alpha," my assistant replied.
