“Gia's head!” Olive gasped, a chill running down her spine at the revelation. Wayne nodded, his jaw locked tight. “That's what it looks like,” he affirmed. “What's the order, Alpha,?” Jake inquired, his face just as rigid as his Alpha's. “Send orders to get her detained at the border. She shouldn't step foot on our land. Send word to General Kalif to meet me at the board room in five minutes.” Jake nodded and bounded off immediately. Olive crossed her arms. “What are you ...