Without a word, he turned and strode out of the venue.
A command snapped through the mindlink, low and lethal.
"Prepare the car."
The growl carried enough weight to make every pack member who heard it stiffen, a chill running down their spines as they scrambled to obey.
The moment Nathan stepped out of the hotel, the car was already waiting.
He didn't hesitate. Didn't look back. He went straight for it, yanked the door open, and got in, his mind consumed by the news, nothing else registering, nothing else mattering. He didn't even notice Maddison rushing after him.
Behind him, she struggled to keep up, urgency driving her forward, but the tight red mermaid gown and five-inch heels worked against her, slowing every step. She tried to match his pace, but it was impossible.
The irony of her situation.
