My blissful ride home from Rosalie's was cut short. I felt the tension building long before we crossed the border into Crescent Moon territory. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The guards waved us through gates that were wide open, and wolves in both human and canine form were crisscrossing the road as if they were searching for something.
Gregg sped up without being asked. The car lurched forward, and we raced passed the pack cottages before pulling up to the pack house with a roar. I was out of the Land Rover before it stopped, sprinting to the house. Nolan was on the porch, directing wolves in multiple directions. Amy sat on the stoop, her face creased with worry.
"What's going on? Is it rogues?" I shouted as I climbed the stairs.
Nolan looked over at me and his shoulders sagged. "Jo
