Leonard.
I stood motionless beside the nightstand for several long seconds, the dim glow of my phone screen illuminating the stark words of Philip's message.
'I need your help.'
A low, amused rumble vibrated deep within my chest, but behind it, every tactical instinct I possessed snapped to absolute, razor-sharp attention. Philip was the unwavering backbone of the Bloodfang Pack. He was a Beta who measured his words with excruciating precision and treated Ironclad authority with cold, unyielding distance. For him to break protocol, bypass standard pack channels, and send a raw, off-the-record plea for intervention meant the disaster brewing in Bloodfang territory had finally spilled over its banks.
Alex's arrogance had finally caught up with him.
