Kylie’s POV.

As I watched Graham step aside, my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced at the screen, seeing Logan’s name flash across it. My heart skipped a beat, excitement was quickly replaced by a sense of dread when I heard his moody tone.

“Anne, get back to the pack. ASAP.” Logan’s voice was terse, clipped.

“Logan, what’s going on?” I asked, concern lacing my words.

“Just get here,” he said, and before I could ask anything else, he ...