Rocco Stone, the ruling alpha of the Red Mountain pack and Callum’s father, growled and paced the living room of his house repeatedly as he waited for his son to answer the call.
For the fifth time the call went unanswered. Rocco stopped pacing and stood still for a moment. His son was more than forty miles away in Hillcrest town, but he had felt it, it had woken him up from a deep sleep. Something had happened to his son. He was sure of it.
He contemplated jumping into his car and driving to Hillcrest, but that would have meant leaving the pack lands and possibly alerting whoever had been after his family of his son’s whereabouts. It was a risk he wanted to avoid unless absolutely necessary.
In three years, he had yet to discover who had killed his mate and he was not about to put his
