Aaron's POV

The phone rang at three in the morning. Ice-blue screen cutting through my office darkness. Unknown number. I picked up on the second ring.

"Alpha Aaron Scott." The voice slithered through the line, smooth and cold as snake oil. "How delightful to finally speak with you directly."

My blood froze. That voice---one I'd hoped never to hear again.

"Victor."

A low chuckle. "Ah, you remember your dear uncle. How touching. I'm calling about a mutual concern. Your Blood Shade Pack... ...