Ethan
Ending the call, I groan. Next week’s Lycan King meeting has been moved to tomorrow morning. As if this week hadn’t already been stressful enough with Fiona being less than fifteen feet away, my wolf howling in my head every five seconds, and the cancellation of the blood shipment to the children’s hospital.
Add on the disagreements from the Brewer Group on the cost of the supplies for the new wing of the hospital, and we have a disaster of a week.
I thought it was over, but now I have to deal with Alphas and Elders sooner than I planned.
“Fiona.”
When she doesn’t answer, I look up to find her desk empty. The clock reads 5:18 PM.
“Find her,” my wolf pushes.
“Alpha, there’s a problem in the lobby,” my Beta says though our mind link.
“What is it?”
“Angela is trying to h
