Chapter 11

Damon

I came down the stairs like a man possessed.

The phone was pressed to my ear. My voice already loud, sharp and fucking angry, my blood still hot from last night. I hadn’t slept. I’d barely fucking breathed.

“Listen to me and listen well,” I growled into the line, low and pissed. “If the council room isn’t secured before I get there, I’m going to start cutting off fingers and feeding them to the dogs. One for every minute I wait. Do you understand me, Micah?”

There was a pause.

“Y-yes Alpha…”

“Don’t fucking stutter.”

I stepped into the hallway, jaw tight, voice rising.

“You’ve had three goddamn days to sweep the perimeter. And you’re telling me now… now… that two of your men didn’t report back? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“They… They went radio silent at the East wall. We think…”

“Don’t tell me what you think. You’re not paid to think. You’re paid to obey. If there’s a breach, I want it sealed. If there a