Charna hadn't expected this. Vesper—of all wolves—had actually done it. He'd gone to the Zacharias? For what? Attention?
She stood frozen, trying to process the sheer stupidity of it all. It took a solid minute of mental buffering before her brain kicked back into gear, and she realized what needed to be done.
Muttering a half-hearted excuse to the small, disgruntled werewolves she'd been talking to, she bolted toward Thorin's office, knocking only as a formality before barging right in.
Privacy was overrated in a crisis, right?
Panting, trying to catch her breath, she blurted out, "Thorin, you really need to hear this!"
Thorin, who had been peacefully minding his own business, sprang out of his chair like it had suddenly caught fire.
"What? What happened?" He looked like he was gearing up for bad news—as usual.
But before Charna could even spill the tea, chaos decided to kick the door in.
"THORIN! THORIN!"
