“What the hell is your problem?!” Rodney growled, taking a small step back from Lyle. He tilted his head to the side and then raised up his hands, submitting to him. “Johnathon said you would either bring back the alpha or luna for questioning, and when you arrived to take them to the holding cell.”

“There’s been a change of plans.” Lyle took in a slow breath and then glanced back at me. His eyes softened and he gave me a small smile. “I’m sorry. Did I startle ...