One Night with Alpha
Mia and Lorenzo were safe here, but the tranquility felt more like an illusion, a prelude to something dark that was to come.
The training with Mia went better than I expected. She was strong; we just needed to refine her skills. As I watched the pack training in the distance, I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jacket. The number was from Nick, always pragmatic and direct. I answered on the second ring, already feeling the weight of concern.
"Alpha," his voice was graver than usual, "we need to talk. Now. I’ll come to you."
An alert ran through my body. "What happened?" I asked, feeling the tension rise.