*Adrian’s POV*
With a loud thud the office door flies open, revealing a panting Grant, hunched over to brace himself with his hands on his knees. Both Shay and I were startled out of our conversation that was tense enough on its own, and turn to Grant in silence. My skin crawls as I take in his breathless and panicked state.
“Alpha...” he says urgently between breathes... “he is gone!”
“What do you mean ‘he is gone’?” I feel my white knuckled fists tighten and my heart race.
“Charles... he isn’t in the cellar,” he straightens to look up at me, “I went to check on him, and I found the doors open and the chains on the floor,” he clarifies.
“f**k!” I shout in a roar which shakes the walls and makes the windows shudder, “gather all our warriors, we need to brief them,” I say turning to
