The Packhouse

Kristof's Point of View

I was just going through the pack accounts, which was not my most favourite of jobs when my phone rang. Noah was on the other end, "Alpha. We have been following Aláine as you requested. This morning, she was running in the park with her dog. Just now, a couple of possible rogues tried to take her, but we got there in time. Unfortunately, her dog, Axel, was tasered by the arseholes. Sorry, Alpha. We've got her and the dog in our vehicle. What do you want us to do?"

The first thing I felt was fear. I hadn't felt that in a long time. It felt like my stomach hitting the floor when I received that phone call, and then rage set in. Someone was attempting to take my mate from me. Someone was trying to take my pack's Luna. Being this possessive wasn't something I thought I was capable of, but I was obviously mistaken.