"Alpha, we have a problem," Stephen says, bursting into Marco’s room, the urgency in his voice obvious.

Marco looks up sharply, wondering why Stephen is so worked up, breathing like he’s been running.

"What kind of problem?" His voice is tense, already irritated. "This better be worth interrupting me for, Stephen."

“There was… a trace of the prince in the area last night,” Stephen blurts out, barely catching his breath. He watches Marco carefully, knowing the weight of ...