Aliyah’s POV

The phone call came at three in the morning.

I was deep in sleep, my wolf finally quiet and content after the day’s events, when my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand.

I groaned, reaching blindly for it, expecting maybe a wrong number or some spam call. Tracy’s name flashed on the screen. I answered immediately, my drowsiness evaporating.

“Tracy? What’s wrong?”

The sound that came through the phone made my blood run cold. It was somewhere between a sob and a ...