~Aaron~ “How the fuck did that human escape!” Dad’s growl tears through the corridor, rattling straight through bone—not just walls. By the time I reach his office, the door hangs half-open. They’re already inside. Gavin, the Beta, stands by the desk—spine locked, gaze cutting through the room like he’s already mapping outcomes, exits, failures. Cole, the Gamma, prowls near the window, pacing in tight, restless lines—coiled, contained, like the only thing stopping him from tearing out the door is the order he hasn’t been given yet. And knowing him— He’s already halfway gone. I knock anyway. Once. “Who the fuck is that?!” “It’s me,” I say, stepping in before he can throw something at the door. It clicks shut behind me. I lean back against it, gaze skimming the cracked edge of his desk. “You’re going to run out of furniture at this rate.” His head snaps up, and the room tightens with it—his gaze locking onto mine, rage simmering just beneath the surface. “WHERE. IS. NYRA.”
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