She opened her mouth to ask—

He was already pulling her toward the hidden panel beside the fireplace.

Azpen unsheathed his dagger and asked for the stranger to come in.

The door creaked open—

And Caelan Volke stormed in, glaring, a near-bloodied bandage wrapped on his shoulder. He was shirtless and every big bulk was clenching.

He glanced at Azpen's dagger but said nothing concerning that.

“Alpha Ortega,” he growled. “Lisa Ortega’s men. One of them left a message....”

Caelan ...