Hudson cut out of school, heading back to the pack house, his thoughts in turmoil. Slamming to a stop outside of the pack, he headed inside, straight to his father’s office.
Reaching the familiar door, he raised his hand, hesitating for a second before knocking.
‘Come in’ came his father’s voice from the other side. Pushing open the door, he stepped inside, fisting his palms by his sides to stop himself from fidgeting.
‘Son’ Alpha Carlton greeted, placing his pen down on the table, on top of some paperwork he had been signing. ‘What brings you here? School isn’t over yet.’
Hudson moved toward the desk, taking a seat opposite his father as he tried to work out what to say. ‘I . . uh, I heard something today’ he started earnestly. ‘I think the pack might be attacked.’
Carlton stiffened
