Alexander was quick to make his way through the lobby of StormWolf Conglomerate’s tower of a building, leaving everyone in his wake bowing low at his angry aura.
As he stormed out of the elevator he called out to his wife, searching through the penthouse apartment for her.
She stepped out of the bedroom, still holding one of his suits that had obviously just been delivered from the drycleaners and she had been hanging it up in his walk-in-robe.
“What is it, dear, what’s wrong?” She asked with a little trepidation to see him so worked up.
He glowered at her, his wolf glowing in his eyes. “Did you know!?” He accused her with a growl making her frown in confusion. “Did you know about Adler’s Lycan being sane?”
Her eyes went impossibly wide and she twisted the suit in her hands. “Wh-what?
