Alexander’s POV
I've never heard such an extreme growl in my life.
It shook the base of the packhouse, and the vibration rattled the walls. Frames with pictures and paintings were flying from the walls, smashing them into pieces.
Kitchen cabinets and drawers opened, and cutlery and glassware dropped to the floor, breaking and scattering all over the kitchen.
Pack members were freaking out, believing it was an earthquake. Screaming and running pack members could be seen flowing out of the packhouse with their kids and mates, afraid that the walls in the packhouse might collapse.
I rushed towards the roar coming from my mate’s floor, adrenaline pumping in my veins.
I was the first to arrive at Lizzy’s room.
The door stood open.
Lizzy never left her door open in her life. She wa
