Alpha Asher
But some instinct stopped her.
***
Carlisle glanced at his phone, frowning slightly. He’d tried reaching Helen twice that morning, but she hadn’t picked up either time. She was usually quick to respond, even if just with a short text. He brushed it off, deciding he’d stop by and check on her later that evening, but the unease lingered in the back of his mind.
His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
"Carlisle," Asher’s voice was brisk, all business. "I just got off the phone with the Alpha of the Thunderbolt Pack. I’ve arranged a joint training session. They’ll be bringing their beta and some warriors. They’re set to arrive in a week."