Asher's POV
The ink was barely dry on the documents when my phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration cutting through the atmosphere like a knife. I glanced at the screen, at my assistant, Leo. He never called unless it was urgent. I answered, trying to ignore the heaviness in my chest that had settled after meeting Willow.
"Asher, you need to get back to the pack. Your father is expecting some important guests. He wants all of you there," Leo said, his voice brisk and professional, though I could hear a hint of concern woven in.
“Got it. We’ll head back now,” I replied, pocketing my phone and turning to the other boys, who were still gathered around the table, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and apprehension.
"Looks like we have to leave," I said, my voice carrying a weight tha
