Malrik POV

“Where is everyone?” My tone cut like a blade as I reached for Vladan through the link.

“In the office lounge, Alpha. We’re waiting on you,” he answered without delay.

Good. We’d already wasted enough time. I lengthened my stride, urgency pressing against my ribs.

“And the injured officers?”

“Maelor recovered quickly, Foster is stable, and the rest are holding strong.”

Relief settled, fleeting but real. At least we hadn’t lost more men. We couldn’t ...